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chris brown - draco lyrics

[verse 1: rrose rrome]
i should write a book, i led a life full of crime
tryna be a millionaire, i put my life on the line
who can you trust when it’s comin’ so fast?
take shots, make margielas turn into toe tags
everywhere i go, white b-tches say i’m gnarly
f-ck, what we doin’, bentley truck or ferrari?
40 on this chain, you can tell your man i’m sorry
it’s ohb, they’ll be f-ckin’ up the party
yeah, money orders if my man’s locked
somethin’ you should know, super flexin’ got your man shot
yeah, vvs is made of headshots
hold up, i’m just a bully in a sandbox

[verse 2: chris brown]
walk my county line, pressin’ line
run up on a blood, where you from? east side, bompton balifornia
and you ain’t never hit a lick and have to run up on ’em
virginia n-gg-s know about sellin’ on 95
show up at your door, it’s halloween, like i’m michael myers
jamaican savages comin’ at you, with all the knives
spittin’ brazys and goin’ crazy like colombines
i got the ak, f-ck your draco and your .45, yeah
you know that he gon’ snitch, know that he a b-tch
and you know a n-gg- ballin’, know a n-gg- rich
really been in county, n-gg-, you know what it is
you payin’ money for protection, n-gg-, you a b-tch
say it with your chest, what you say? what you say?
p-ssy n-gg-, we on your net, runnin’ from the fade
know you gon’ tell the 12 all about me
know you gon’ sign the purple birkin, n-gg-, gon’ speak
tryna save you own -ss, tellin’ on you homies
i’ma f-ck you up in private, so these b-tches don’t see
i ain’t gotta be your favorite, you ain’t gotta love me
i ain’t gotta pay no k!llers, ain’t gotta be drug free
n-gg-s sayin’ that i’m on that cocaine
sayin’ i’m higher than a motherf-cker, okay
but when i fire your -ss up like propane
blaka, blaka with the chopper, we k!llin’ n-gg-s with no names

- chris brown lyrics

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