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letra de draco dance - diizii

[intro]
b-tch (ha), b-tch (ha), b-tch (ha), frontin’
b-tch (huh?), b-tch (what?), like what the f-ck? (what the—?)
b-tch, what? b-tch, b-tch (the f-ck?), b-tch
b-tch (when thi- when this draco dance), phew

[verse]
mm, mm, yeah, the draco dance, and now i’m makin’ moves
all the pills got me itchin’, yeah, b-tch, i’m takin’ two
mm (yeah), mm (yeah), yeah, i’m takin’ two
if your b-tch wanna pop one with me, i’ma take her, too
on the net fake bangin’, like bro don’t got a set
mm, no, no, on some weird sh-t, i’ma pop the checks
and your homie act a weirdo, best keep him in check
hol’on, b-tch, keep me a tec’, do not be a b-tch, you get what you get
say you wan’ fade me, youngin’, you wan’ bet? i еat the p-ssy, that sh-t so wet
when i’m f-ckin’ my ho, b-tch, i bе doin’ my reps, you not gang, you don’t got a set (gang, gang)
why yo’ claimin’ claimin’ crip (pow, pow), but yo’ b-tch ass claimin’ blood? (what?)
y’all some tweakers, y’all be trippin’, whatever i do, bro, it’s a dub
huh, it’s a- it’s a dub, mm
like, we got draco’s in the sofa, we got ‘em under the rug
they lacin’ sh-t with fenty and they dyin’ on beach (fah-fah)
now that lil’ ho tweakin’, you better pray for her like a priest (on god)
like please, oh, i’m makin’ cheese (yeah)
b-tch, i’m makin’ queso (yeah), b-tch, i’m makin’ pesos (yeah)
lil’ eses shoot for you for a couple dollars, he ain’t playin’ (bang, bang)
put “ghetto” in yo’ name, but you ain’t ghetto, it’s not a game
huh, this draco dancin’ like it’s doin’ the salsa
it’s gon’ blow a youngin’ in a second, turn you red like salsa
yeah! think i’m playin’? you just on that hatin’ sh-t
lil’ compa k!lled so many youngin’s (grr), empty eighty clips (fah-fah)
he keepin’ the strap in the bando (ha, ha), ice on our wrists, but no, he not thanos (ha, ha)
we got us stripes like we wearin’ flannels (ha, ha), turn that sh-t off, you can change the channel (ha)
i take one then i take more, lil’ boy, eat this draco
scoop up your b-tch, like this d-ck she gon’ take, though
mm, mm, k!ll your ass, turn you to nothin’
i keep it a hunnid, i keep it a buck, buck, like b-tch, i’m not bluffin’
ah, turn you to nothin’, turn you to dust, you can’t f-ck with us (no, no, no)
you all mad at me ‘cause i ain’t put you on my deluxe?
i ain’t sayin’ no names, but that extra sh-t? you gotta quit it
i tried to talk it out wit’ you, homie, you ain’t admit it
b-tch, you’re doin’ way too much, but it seems like you don’t f-ckin’ get it
i’m y’all f-ckin’ rappers’ father, feels like i’m babysittin’
[outro]
phew

- diizii

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