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Dior (feat. Amoney2x) Video (MV)




Performed By: Aceey 4oez
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Arlando Henderson




Aceey 4oez - Dior (feat. Amoney2x) Lyrics
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Yeaaa 4oe gang nixxa
Yeaaa hold up Yea Yea
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
Facts
Straight out trench, use to post store
Fresh as bish, like I came out the mural
Use to rock Gucci, but not anymore
Ace wat you rocking, Christian Dior
Step on the gas, in the Vet it's gon Roar
I shoot my shot, you know umma score
Diamond they lit, they shining galore
We throw it in the air and they get off the floor
We stand on them couches we throw them 4oez
We screaming fucc all the ops
They steady screaming I'm hot nixxa be damn if I flop
I use stand over pot watch bish boiling hot
I use whip til it rock then I go straight to the block
I heard that you buying them views li nixxas
Let me find out you really ain't hot
Ain't fighting no Moe extended da clip I felt in love with the Glock
That on 4oez we got it to lock
In love with her mouth, I play wit the top
Pussy so wet I get her a Mop
Give her a perc shorty gon bop, shorty gon bop huh
Feeling boogie I got on my hoodie
Slide up on em if he think he gon do me
Shout-out my slim errrything goodie
Yea yea
Feeling boogie I got on my hoodie
Push-up on'em if he thinks he gone do
Shout-out my slim errrything Goodie
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
You know that it's f*ck all the opps
A nixxa shoot at me I bet you that nixxa gone drop
I ran that bag up fast and don't even whip in a pot
I know about toasting them glocks
I dont got to post on no block
I'm tryna run up turns knots
I ain't got time for all of that beef shit
Cuz I know dat I'm bout to pop
If my nigga fight Then I got to fight
Cuz that's what a nixxa was taught
Let me put my bling on
Bitch I trap off 2 phones
Hit big cuz up Aye you know dat he just 1 call
Run up in the blood line
Can't sit up on the bench
Cuz I don't sit on sidelines
Bitch I started rapping all I do is spit that hot fire
You say that you want some smoke but reaching for a high five
Reaching for a high five
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Yeaaa 4oe gang nixxa
Yeaaa hold up Yea Yea
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
Facts
Straight out trench, use to post store
Fresh as bish, like I came out the mural
Use to rock Gucci, but not anymore
Ace wat you rocking, Christian Dior
Step on the gas, in the Vet it's gon Roar
I shoot my shot, you know umma score
Diamond they lit, they shining galore
We throw it in the air and they get off the floor
We stand on them couches we throw them 4oez
We screaming fucc all the ops
They steady screaming I'm hot nixxa be damn if I flop
I use stand over pot watch bish boiling hot
I use whip til it rock then I go straight to the block
I heard that you buying them views li nixxas
Let me find out you really ain't hot
Ain't fighting no Moe extended da clip I felt in love with the Glock
That on 4oez we got it to lock
In love with her mouth, I play wit the top
Pussy so wet I get her a Mop
Give her a perc shorty gon bop, shorty gon bop huh
Feeling boogie I got on my hoodie
Slide up on em if he think he gon do me
Shout-out my slim errrything goodie
Yea yea
Feeling boogie I got on my hoodie
Push-up on'em if he thinks he gone do
Shout-out my slim errrything Goodie
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we juggin and service da dope Fent is all pure
I use to bummy and dirty I'm fresh as bish like I came out the mural
No I not rocking no Gucci
Ace What you rocking This Christian Dior
You know that it's f*ck all the opps
A nixxa shoot at me I bet you that nixxa gone drop
I ran that bag up fast and don't even whip in a pot
I know about toasting them glocks
I dont got to post on no block
I'm tryna run up turns knots
I ain't got time for all of that beef shit
Cuz I know dat I'm bout to pop
If my nigga fight Then I got to fight
Cuz that's what a nixxa was taught
Let me put my bling on
Bitch I trap off 2 phones
Hit big cuz up Aye you know dat he just 1 call
Run up in the blood line
Can't sit up on the bench
Cuz I don't sit on sidelines
Bitch I started rapping all I do is spit that hot fire
You say that you want some smoke but reaching for a high five
Reaching for a high five
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Writer: Arlando Henderson
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