Like A Christian in Dior Lyrics

Yeah yeah

Uh uh uh uh

Seven

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Nah, I ain't a barber, but you can catch a fade

Nah, I ain't her father, but your lady just be sayin' it

And yeah, I might change, but nothing ever changed me

She got a fake tan, man, she's lookin' like Sainsbury's

I got a yellowbone, she animated, like Simpsons

We was young niggas, me and D, up in Giptom

Told that pussy, nigga, keep it cool like some Lipton

This bitch wet aye look like I pissed in it

Didier drogba, get the cup, then I kiss it

She really held me down, I'm in the club, I miss her

But I ain't gonna cry, baby girl, you know I'm swaggin

I was just tryna talk, why you think I'm braggin'

Shakin' her spot, now I got her lagging

She was puttin' on a front, now I'm blowing that back in

Back, back, back, back, back, backin', backin

Young 2007 , yeah, I'm backin' it, backin' it

Yeah, I'm backin' it, backin' it

Cool little baddie, and, she shakin' it, shakin' it

Uh uh uh uh

2007 money

Grrr

Hee

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, she's shakin' it

Uh uh uh

Yeah she's shakin' it

In her guts I'm a Doctor, rearranging them

If you walk out the door, I'm replacing you

Don't know what you're racing for, I ain't chasing

Yeah I count up the score

Like a Christian I'm up in Dior

Like a Christian I'm up in Dior

Ooh, baby, why'd you don't love me no more

You took my heart, but you left me on the floor

One last dance, let's get on the floor, floor

And I get back to it

And, yeah, if she's fly, then she's gettin' flew in

Stand up guy, told that nigga to sit down

Baddie from Romania, I told her, that I'm, Chris Brown

Used to talk shit, but you can't tell me shit now

Where's the beat now

Yeah, yeah