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  • 27 Şubat 2017, Pazartesi - 14:36 tarihinde eklendi.
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  • "Draco"

    You better not raise your voice at me
    You know I got a pimp degree
    Pluto

    Draco season with the bookbag
    Backpack, got a little kick back
    Hundreds on hundreds ...
    "Draco"

    You better not raise your voice at me
    You know I got a pimp degree
    Pluto

    Draco season with the bookbag
    Backpack, got a little kick back
    Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back

    Lamborghini doors, but I never stop
    Fuck around got a nigga pissed off
    Nice little thot got stiff arm
    Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
    Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield,
    A Couple of pills and I got my soda filled,
    Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these meals,
    She thinks she the one, but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
    I've been drippin' like a god with her
    I been dodgin' all the fly what else
    I been fillin' up garages what else
    I gave her a French monage what else
    Close your eyes eyes eyes
    I'm about to slide slide slide
    Wonder why why why
    I stay in the sky sky sky
    Pink Molly, let me dance with her
    Freestylin', let me dance with her
    Sky Dweller, it was sentimental
    Rose gold, it was sentimental

    Draco season with the bookbag
    Rat tat, got a little kick back
    Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back

    Fuck up my bitch by the change
    Brought me from trap house to stage
    I wanna jump in the air
    You know the love ain’t fair
    You killin' then show us the proof
    I already got the juice
    Chain different colors like fruits
    I like to hang out the roof
    I got to train my bitches
    I'm putting chains on my bitches
    I'll put some chain on some snitches
    I'm focused I'm back on my mission
    Flex on a nigga no apologies
    Matter how white done gotta me
    Playing hockey with the ice in the major league
    Thirty five bitches at the Saint Reg
    Fall back shooter like KD
    Back in the kitchen with the curry
    Pourin' up zan can't hurt me
    Pineapple drink lookin syruppy
    Fifty six night I was 30
    Stirofoam cups and patient
    Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
    Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant
    I cancel two bitches
    I got me some new bitches
    Come check out how I’m living
    I got me some new drippin'
    I got me some new dripp
    Ain't got nothing to do with it
    I'll give my bitch to you
    If that what she mean to you

    Draco season with the bookbag
    Rat tat, got a little kick back
    Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    Draco season with the bookbag
    Rat tat, got a little kick back
    Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back
    You ain't never ever get you bitch back

    Yeah I cruisin' in the deep
    I'm twisted up I got geek
    Misbehaving with ya freak
    Can't tell she got teeth
    I was in her mouth like veneers
    Start comparing my career
    'Cause I was flooding through the crib
    Business furniture for real
    I bought a Fendi couch for my kids
    They just want to plug a nigga wig
    Charge a half a mil for the gig
    Middle fingers up fuck the pig
    Diamonds fallin' off my let me jig
    Never falling off and never quit
    I retired cookin' up a brick
    Certified nigga hot to six
    Who was rapping diamonds in the zone
    I was chargin' 10 for the strong
    Keep on goin' in on this song
    Keep an F&N at your home
    Lesson learned and we moving on
    I got firm niggas, Al Capone
    Got my Chi niggas on the horn
    Downtown Atlanta I was born
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