Love Dior Banks Lyrics by Lil Durk is latest English song with music also given by Turn Me Up Josh, cocobeatszn, J Thrash On The Track & Ayo Bleu. Love Dior Banks song lyrics are written by Love Banks, J Thrash On The Track, cocobeatszn, Turn Me Up Josh, Ayo Bleu & Lil Durk.
Love Dior Banks Song Detail
| Song Title – | Love Dior Banks |
| Singer – | Lil Durk |
| Music – | Turn Me Up Josh, cocobeatszn, J Thrash On The Track, Ayo Bleu |
| Lyrics – | Love Banks, J Thrash On The Track, cocobeatszn, Turn Me Up Josh, Ayo Bleu, Lil Durk |
| Music Label – | Lil Durk |
Love Dior Banks Lyrics
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 bigger dreams
That’s my daddy, that’s my king
Turn me up josh
J thrash on the track
Ayo bleu
Ask me how I feel inside my mind, but I’m okay, for real
Never ever ask me about my life or about my case, for real
What you know about sellin’ everything you got ’cause you gotta pay the bills?
I just drove two hours to get some drank, I feel like a j, for real
Got some shooters comin’ out that cut, they move like navy seals
I will never vouch to pay for puy, I’d rather pay a pill Ask me for some cash, I’ll give it to you, I’m like the bank, for real What you know about bein’ around all them drugs? That st stink, for real
Whenever that cash involved, them ni**as gon’ go race to kill
Sometimes I leave the perc’ on my tongue just to taste a pill
And he on papers, he tryna slide, I gotta make him chill
I be havin’ deep talks with my dawgs, I gotta make ’em feel
(yeah) look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
(yeah) this s**t ain’t promised tomorrow
If you get him in your arms, never let him go
(yeah) and I love you for life
Hold him close, and you let him know
(yeah) it’s too many homicides
Hold him close and you let him know
We see nias fkin’ with other nias, they out-of-towners You come around ’cause you got the drugs, you know I won’t allow it Plenty nights I ain’t talk to my son, I had to call in private Sometimes I’m mad I picked up a cup, I tried to really fight it And I’ma react you play with my bih, you know that’s really wifey
Say somethin’ ’bout tay time, I’ma react ’cause you know you reunited
I’m from the lam’, I’ve been 300, I feel like leonidas
Never call my phone ’bout murders, you know they still indictin’
I got a feelin’ I’m beatin’ my case ’cause I ain’t even been indicted
They say I’m steady climbin’ the charts and they ain’t even too excited
He told me he fightin’ like two, three murders, I told him keep on fightin’
Up to the point I’ll send you money ’cause I ain’t gon’ keep on writin’
Get fresh as hell, take care of the opps, that s**t that I be on
Got in my feelings, say they put v. Roy on my styrofoam
I’m the voice, cut off my music, they gon’ sing along
And when I got on my feet, I put my people on
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
(yeah) look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
(yeah) this s**t ain’t promised tomorrow
If you get him in your arms, never let him go
(yeah) and I love you for life
Hold him close, and you let him know
(yeah) it’s too many homicides
Hold him close and you let him know