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okdraco - draco! lyrics

we got saucey in the booth, 500 hunnit bands through the roof f-ck the ceiling
purple drank double cup yeah i be leaning
i smash the b-tch now that b-tch in her feelings
now i’m in her mouth like a mothaf-cking fill in
i’m k!lling this sh-t
yeah i’m k!lling this
the money is stupid it’s ridiculous
i’m smoking green it’s like amazon but no i’m not shipping it
if life was a game then i’ll be simming it
brain lost the memory like there is not sim in it
meaningless nonsense make believe sentences
you rappers be similar like synonyms
i treat yo b-tch like a backwood i’m l!cking it
smoke on a stank pack like i just sh-tted it
sh-t get to pop off real quick some pillies
hands get to knock out real quick are you silly
i’m really serious i’m not kidding
p-ssy boy got a cat scratch like a kitten
b-tch i’m too hot that you might need a mitten
my music go hard like some bread when it’s sitting
hoe shut the f-ck up im talking so listen
now there is rewards for you cuz you missing
i run up the bands quick like it was a mission
glock by my d-ck incase that hoe trippin
finger on the trigger just incase sh-ts suspicious
i’m itching like a crackhead i don’t talk i blast heads
money in my face like a m-th-f-cking black head
5 xans to the head leaving rappers have dead
chase me chase me that’s what the cash said
burn a muhf-cka and now he is ashes
leave a p-ssy sh-tting like he was on laxatives
p-ssy and money be the muhf-cking -sset
i can see me at the top like i was in the attic
rappers end up missing like he skipping
b-tch he absent
posted in the hills b-tch i live in a palace
lacking b-tch you lacking where your mac at
white b-tch i buy he coffee cuz her -ss fat
new whip i got a new whip that sh-t is matte black
you mad mad b-tch you mad mad cause yo -ss trash
now i’m on yo head like a muhf-cking snapback
you can’t snap back yo music f-cking
trash you need a rap snack
beamer with a beam b-tch i never lack
blast blast on yo -ss turn a b-tch boy into ash
smash then i p-ss her to steve nash b-tch
but i don’t worry bout the b-tch
i just worry bout the bag
try to knock me off my b-tch
you tryna knock me on my -ss
you can’t distract what you can’t attack real sh-t
and you mad well that’s sad you can keep that f-cking chick
ay!

- okdraco lyrics

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