Love Dior Banks (Explicit) - Lil Durk

Composed by：Durk Banks/Braylen Rembert/Saad Ghallab/Joshua Samuel

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 p***y

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 d**gs

That s**t stink

For real

Whenever that cash involved

Them n***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 n***as f**kin' with other n***as

They out-of-towners

You come around 'cause you got the d**gs

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 b***h

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