Celine Dior

Yeah, tell me if you feel it Tell me if you want some more Baby, I can bring it sipping on to my wock, got me really leanin Wearing too much designer, all drip my image Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah It's time to get dough First of all, who the f*ck is knocking at my door Babies in Celine, babies in Dior Baddies on they knees, baddies in Dior Baddies in Celine, yelling free the team Don't tell me none, I don't even want to hear shit Diamonds on my teeth, yelling free the team Let the killers out, riding around town With some fucking baddies, wearing some Balenci Riding around town with my fucking piece I don't want peace, we go to war Heavy metal sticks on us like it's rock and roll Riding around downtown like what's going on Get cold up in these streets, got our brothers selling snow Got my rillas with me, Glocks XDs ready to blow We don't want peace, we go to war We don't want peace, we go to war Just to get some peace, we gon' kick down your door Baby in Celine Prada, like what else you want Baby, tell me if it's a gift or if it's natural Tell me if I'm really the main thing that turns you on Touching on your body, never felt this before Exotic girl, she act bougie when she in Dior Heavy metal, metal iron I'm not talking bout the pole We don't want peace, we go to war Just to be rocking Celine, it feels special Dripped out in Armani or some Christian Louis Vuitton Dripped out in designer, Celine Dior In Celine Dior In Celine Dior In Celine Dior Don't even try to try me, cause my brothers up the score Don't even try to try me, cause I got this fucking chrome Blue and green laser pointed at your dome