Paroles de Dior

Uh, uh, uh Mama, I'm snorting this till I sleep in a cell Motherfucker, I'm tryna dress like Gabriel Held The Dior, Prince, the fur, the whole gang of birds Flip open my sidekick like: What's the word? Big glass in the limo in case the thing pop I'm worried 'bout nothing except for my Ring Pop No bra, no panties, been heavy since thirteen Real heavy, so heavy, I'm makin' the floor scream And I bounce up and down on that low-low shit In the 562, on my coke ho shit Rocking nothin' but mink now, tits out, no doubt Ugly-dressed bitches stay talking 'bout clout What's that about? Bitch, I'm thinkin' of cock Chain smokin' in the Hummer, wonder what I should rock Is it the low-key miniskirt and sweater? Or maybe it's the leather? I don't care about the weather Bitch, I rock