Dior Jacket (feat. Cosmo)
I don't give a fuck about fame I don't give a shit too pain
Fuckin' on that pussy too raw Kick me out the house like dog
Need one milly, two mil lock lip, melt on my tongue
Woke up, push you back off Long John's, take off your pants
Rolls Royce, rollin' up Roy I'm more focused on shit
Mama used to make me them grits It's about time to go out
Get some pack some more Break off a piece and let loose
I'm dripped out Dior, jacket' Jacket', jacket', jacket
Take this pill to get higher Tame that bitch impala
Passin' her fit to get by founder of the pack cause I rolled it
Smoke an 8 ball, I can't feel it Or my heart, just stop beatin
Smoke an 8 ball, I can't feel it Or my heart, just stop beatin
Or my heart, just stop beatin' Two perks, I can't feel em
Fuck lovin', worry bout' Fuck lovin', worry bout healing
Countin' all this motherfuckin' paper bitch steady, talkin' bout feelings
Fuck that, I'll see you later
Jacket', I just been runnin' it up Jacket', no, we ain't givin' no fucks
Jacket', she said, they lookin' for love Jacket', they said, they wakin' me up
She really mad that I made it She tryna fuck cause she know that I'm Haitian
Talkin' bout she want her bag, she waitin' You wanna get it, you gotta go chase it
You know that we runnin', I'm countin' these hunnids I don't got the time for no fakin
Fuck that'
Vlone shit, Dior my shit yeah shawty mad she wanna I wear out my jacket
Fuckin' on that pussy too raw Kick me out the house like dog
Need one milly, two mil lock lip, melt on my tongue
Woke up, push you back off Long John's, take off your pants
Rolls Royce, rollin' up Roy I'm more focused on shit
Mama used to make me them grits It's about time to go out
Get some pack some more Break off a piece and let loose
I'm dripped out Dior, jacket' Jacket', jacket', jacket
Take this pill to get higher Tame that bitch impala
Passin' her fit to get by founder of the pack cause I rolled it
Smoke an 8 ball, I can't feel it Or my heart, just stop beatin
Smoke an 8 ball, I can't feel it Or my heart, just stop beatin
Or my heart, just stop beatin' Two perks, I can't feel em
Fuck lovin', worry bout' Fuck lovin', worry bout healing
Countin' all this motherfuckin' paper bitch steady, talkin' bout feelings
Fuck that, I'll see you later
Jacket', I just been runnin' it up Jacket', no, we ain't givin' no fucks
Jacket', she said, they lookin' for love Jacket', they said, they wakin' me up
She really mad that I made it She tryna fuck cause she know that I'm Haitian
Talkin' bout she want her bag, she waitin' You wanna get it, you gotta go chase it
You know that we runnin', I'm countin' these hunnids I don't got the time for no fakin
Fuck that'
Vlone shit, Dior my shit yeah shawty mad she wanna I wear out my jacket
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Writer(s): Donte Clark, Dominic Rafieyan
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