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      Draco

      Future

      Album: FUTURE

      Future - Draco Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [Intro]
      You better not raise your voice at me
      You know I got a pimp degree
      Pluto
      
      [Chorus]
      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
      
      [Verse 1]
      Lamborghini doors when I left off
      They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
      Nice little thot got a stiff arm
      Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm
      Fuck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
      Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
      A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
      Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
      Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils
      Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa
      She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
      Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
      I've been drippin' like a God, what else?
      I been dodgin' all the flies, what else?
      I been fillin' up garages, what else?
      I gave her a French ménage, 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
      
      [Chorus]
      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
      
      [Verse 2]
      Fuck up my bitch by the change
      Want me to jump out the 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 pull some chain on the snitches
      I'm focused, I'm back on my mission
      Flex on a nigga, no apologies
      Molly Off-White done got to me
      Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
      35 bitches at the St. Reg
      Fall back shooter like KD
      Back in the kitchen with the Curry
      Pullin' up wit Xan, can't hurt me
      Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy
      56 nights, I was dirty
      Styrofoam cups servin' patients
      Heard you been talkin' bout the kid
      Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant (technical)
      I cancel two bitches
      I got me some new bitches
      Come check out how I’m living
      I got me some new drippy
      I got me some new drip!
      She ain't got nothing to do with it
      I'll give my bitch to you
      If that what she mean to you
      
      [Chorus]
      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
      
      [Verse 3]
      Yeah I'm cruisin' in the deep
      I'm twisted up, I got geeked
      Misbehaving with ya freak
      Can't tell she got teeth
      I was in her mouth like veneers
      Stop comparing my career
      Designer flooded through the crib
      Business furniture for real
      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 pigs
      Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig
      Never falling off and never quit
      I retired cookin' up a brick
      Certified nigga out the six
      Who was wrapping dummies 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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