Love Dior Banks Lyrics – Lil Durk

Lil Durk – Love Dior Banks Lyrics

Love Dior Banks
Love Dior Banks

Nicki Minaj

I love my daddy, I miss my daddy
He was so special to me
He took me shopping, bought me everything
I follow his footsteps and mega dreams
That’s my daddy, that’s my king
Turn me up Josh
J Thrash on the track
A-Ayo Bleu

Ask me how I feel inside my mind but I’m okay, for real
Never ever ask me ’bout my life or about my case for real
What you know ’bout sellin’ things you got ’cause you gotta pay the bill?
I just drove two hour to get some drank, I feel like a J, for real
Got some shooters comin’ out they cut, they move like Navy SEALs
I will never vouch to pay for pussy, I’d rather pay a pill
Ask me for some cash, I’ll get to you like the bank, for real
What you know ’bout bein’ around all them drugs, that shit stink, for real
Whenever the cash involved, them niggas gon’ go race to kill
Sometimes I leave the Perc on my tongue, just to taste a pill
And he don’t pay, is he tryna slide? I gotta make ’em chill
I be havin’ deep talk with my dawgs, I gotta make ’em feel

Yeah, look up and pray, hit my phone
Hold your brother in your arm, never let ’em go, yeah
This shit ain’t promised tomorrow
If you get ’em in your arms, never let ’em go, yeah
And I love you for life, hold ’em close and you let ’em know, yeah
It’s too many homicide, hold ’em close and you let ’em know

We see niggas fuck with other niggas, they out of towner
You come around ’cause you got the drugs, you know I won’t allow it
Plenty nights I ain’t talked to my son, I hate to call him [?]
Sometimes I’m mad I picked up a cup, I try to really fight it
And I’m [?] with my bitch, you know that’s really wifey
Say somethin’ about ten time, I’m reactin’ ’cause you know you reunited
I’m from the land, I’ve been through [?], I feel like Leonidas
Never call my phone about murders, you know they still indictin’
I gotta feel numb, [?] ’cause I ain’t ever been indicted
They say I’m steady climbin’ the charts and I need to [?]
He told me he fightin’ like two-three murders, I told him, “Keep on fightin'”
Up to the point, I send you money ’cause I know you gon’ keep on ridin’
Be fresh as hell, take care of the opps, the shit that I be on
Got in my feels, say they put V.Roy on my Styrofoam
I’m the voice, cut off my music, they gon’ sing along
And when I get on my feet, I put my people on
Oh, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, look up and pray, hit my phone
Hold your brother in your arm, never let ’em go, yeah
This shit ain’t promised tomorrow
If you get ’em in your arms, never let ’em go, yeah
And I love you for life, hold ’em close and you let ’em know, yeah
It’s too many homicide, hold ’em close and you let ’em know

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