Lyrics Dion Sanders - YBN Blick

I'm gonna skip this bitch
I know you're ready for the slot then
They do it
They do it
They do it, mm

Look, walk around trekking the wood back, don't even look back, all that fight's tough
Nigga not throwin' you look mad with your bitch ass, but we know you up
Young nigga, smarty hair, but I still skip class, don't type four books
I know I did you wrong, can I still hit that? It's not how it look
Don't tell, bitch, girl, we grown, and I still miss that, can't lie, girl
I go calm, that guy'll son her, I go karma upon these niggas
Send a nigga right back home, around my dog, I turn to kill her
Now I got you out of the room, gets me worse than man inside the mirror

Shots' five-dollar liquor, she intense, think I might just tip her
Think these bitches dripper, side of the dancer, I don't got the house
Ah, bitch, get out my face, said I don't got no manners
Diving here first in that field, bitch, I feel just like Dion Sanders, nigga
(Feel like Dion Sanders, nigga)

Look, walk around trekking the wood back, don't even look back, all that fight's tough
Nigga not throwin' you look mad with your bitch ass, but we know you up
Young nigga, smarty hair, but I still skip class, don't type four books
I know I did you wrong, can I still hit that? It's not how it look
Don't tell, bitch, girl, we grown, and I still miss that, can't lie, girl
I go calm, that guy'll son her, I go karma upon these niggas
Send a nigga right back home, around my dog, I turn to kill her
Now I got you out of the room, gets me worse than man inside the mirror

Shots' five-dollar liquor, she intense, think I might just tip her
Think these bitches dripper, side of the dancer, I don't got the house
Ah, bitch, get out my face, said I don't got no manners
Diving here first in that field, bitch, I feel just like Dion Sanders, nigga

(I feel like Dion Sanders)
Just like Dion Sanders
I been here first in that field, bitch, I feel just like Dion Sanders, nigga