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bloodhound q50 - king draco lyrics

[intro: bloodhound q50]
long live my brother, he probably k!lled your b+tch+ass brother
(this sh+t gon’ be crazy, jacc)

[chorus: bloodhound q50]
go, bust down ap, f+ck that presi
different colored bricks like a n+gga play tetris
i was up in the mil, cut the dumps on fetty
or robbin’ n+ggas that’s out here flexin’
chat vanish mode, these hoes be messy
rookie+ass n+gga, risky road wasn’t ready
head tap, head tap, turn his ass to a veggie
dissin’ on me ain’t gon’ bring your mans back
i caught a leg shot, but you had you a sh+t+bag
i ain’t got no picks, k!ll his mama if i get mad, go
b+tch wanna f+ck ’cause she know i’m a k!ller
me and jeff got way more hats than—
her old n+gga lame, she know that i’m rеaler, first night, i hit her

[verse: bloodhound q50 & bloodhound lil jeff]
bounce out thе car, just runnin’ and blastin’
standin’ over n+ggas turned to my passion
after a drill, me and swerv just laughin’
and for jeff, they know that i’m crashin’
if you want smoke, let me know where you at
givin’ lil’ bro ten, he catch the right hat
don’t drill with these n+ggas, these n+ggas be rats
and for scoom, you know we got back, go
high+speed chase right after a hit
b+tch wanna f+ck ’cause a young n+gga lit
sixteen+five if you want you a brick
(i done lost my drac’, f+ck it, pass me the switch)
only sippin’ on pav if i can’t find tris
gdk for the bricks, n+ggas only make disses
this an old pack, n+gga, f+ck duck and brick
[bridge: bloodhound lil jeff]
yeah, life is great, f+ck n+gga, it sucks to be an opp right now, haha
it sucks to be your punk ass, punk+ass n+gga
they talkin’ ’bout, “what’s wrong?”

[chorus: bloodhound q50]
go, bust down ap, f+ck that presi
different colored bricks like a n+gga play tetris
i was up in the mil, cut the dumps on fetty
or robbin’ n+ggas that’s out here flexin’
chat vanish mode, these hoes be messy
rookie+ass n+gga, risky road, wasn’t ready
head tap, head tap, turn his ass to a veggie
dissin’ on me ain’t gon’ bring your mans back
i caught a leg shot, but you had you a sh+t+bag
i ain’t got no picks, k!ll his mama if i get mad, go
b+tch wanna f+ck ’cause she know i’m a k!ller
me and jeff got way more hats than—
her old n+gga lame, she know that i’m realer, first night, i hit her

- bloodhound q50 lyrics

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