NAV – Dior Runners Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Dior runners
Got a bag that says sums in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, I’ma do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma
Always be myself, I’m never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m balling, cross you over, hit a floater (Switch)
She bust it open, I ain’t have to bend her over (Bust it, bust it)
I can bet my Urus is faster than your Rover
I can bet your favorite rapper is a poser
Handling business what I’m ’bout
Handle my business, kick her out
I’m like a dentist in her mouth (In her mouth)
Big bag and three bank accounts
I deposit big amounts
I wear brands I can’t pronounce
Paranoid, I back out, better back out my way (Way)
Once I feel disrespected, there ain’t nothing to say (Say)
I can make some money doing nothing today
Dressed her up in Maison, diamonds wrap up my bae

[Chorus]
Dior runners
Got a bag that says sum in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, I’ma do numbers
Might buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma (Yeah)
Always be myself, I’m never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Getting money now, so I don’t gotta hold it
Before I leave my house, still make sure that it’s loaded (Fasho)
To getting Benjamin Franklins, I’m devoted
I can’t fit them in my pocket or it’s an explosion
Foreign fast, put your seatbelt on and sit tight (Skrrt)
Twenty four inch my wheels, like what’s your kid like?
She tried to snap me, kick her out, she better hitchhike
I got it on my own, I had to get right
Grips on tires burning on the turnpike
She said you’re such a fuckboy, that you made her turn dyke
Flew the batch overseas
Step in Dior and Double C’s
And it feel normal to me

[Chorus]
Dior runners
Got a bag that says sums in two summers
Your watch is stupid but my diamonds look dumber
Every time they book me, I’ma do numbers
I buy a wraith and chop the top off for the summer
Might take his top off, got the chopper, doing numbers
I graduated out the trap, got my diploma
Always be myself, I’m never playing no persona
Hundred dollar bills and backwoods, my aroma

Tim McGraw & Faith Hill – Speak To A Girl

[Verse 1: Faith Hill]
She don’t give a damn ’bout your Benjamin Franklins
She wants Aretha
She don’t really care how you’re spending your money
It’s all how you treat her
She just want a friend to be there
When she opens her eyes in the morning
She wants you to say what you mean and mean everything that you’re saying

[Chorus: Faith Hill]
‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman
That’s how you speak to a girl
That’s how you get with the lady who’s worth more than anything in your whole world
You better respect your Mama
Respect the hell out of her
‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman
And that’s how you speak to a girl

[Verse 2: Tim McGraw]
She don’t give a damn ’bout your pride or the lies that you’re hiding behind
She just want to feel that you’re real
That she’s near to the man that’s inside
She don’t need to hear she’s a queen on a throne
That she’s more than amazing
She just wants you to say what you mean and to mean everything that you’re saying

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
Cause that’s how you talk to a woman
That’s how you speak to a girl
That’s how you get with a lady who’s worth more than anything in your whole world
You better respect your Mama
Respect the hell out of her
‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman
And that’s how you speak to a girl

[Bridge: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
That’s how you speak to, speak to her
That’s how you speak to, speak to her
‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman
That’s how you speak to a girl
That’s how
That’s how you get with a lady who’s worth more than anything in your whole world

[Chorus 2: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
You better respect your Mama
Respect the hell out of her
‘Cause that’s how you talk to a woman
And that’s how you speak to a girl
That’s how you talk to a woman
That’s how you speak to a girl

Migos – Deadz (feat. 2 Chainz)

You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like (?) (sacks)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t don’t stutter (rra!)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come straighten it
Nigga debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell ’em come take it
Had people tell me that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me stay I gotta stay humble
But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience

Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

MIGOS – Deadz lyrics

You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz
(Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like [?] (sex)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
(think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t stutter (rra!)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come [?] it
Nigga debatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell em come take it
Have em pretend that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin shows outta state
My momma told me stay humble don’t be too ready
You gotta have patience

Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Migos – Deadz lyrics

You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
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You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz
(Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like [?] (sex)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
(think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t stutter (rra!)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come [?] it
Nigga debatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell em come take it
Have em pretend that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin shows outta state
My momma told me stay humble don’t be too ready
You gotta have patience

Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble