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letra de space jam - dracbaby

[intro]
five star chick
and you a five star chick
and you a five star chick
and you a five star chick (yeah)
i want a five star chick (one chick)
i need a five star chick
i need a five star chick
i want a five star chick (yo gotti)

[verse 1]
just put your ho in a good spirit
she gettin’ drilled while we on t
i chopped that b-tch in the city
on my mama, a to z
she just like to lead you wrong, but for drac she ttg
pass the ball, like i’m duke dennis
y’all lil’ n-ggas ddg
uh-oh
here come mr. draco, they can’t f-ck with me
they know i’m mr. grab your ho
i got ’em scared, they duckin’ me
wanna f-ck one of my b-tches, that’s gon’ cost your ass a fee
your b-tch open
on my mama
guard the paint, you ain’t got no d
tap a n-gga on they ass
shootin’ at my b-tch, you gettin’ trouble
ballin’ hard on thеse lil’ boys, they know i always beat thе buzzer
tryna beef with me about the b-tch, your lil’ cousin a sucker
know i hit that sh-t first night, your police ass tryna go cuff her
[chorus]
talkin’ ’bout a five star chick, but she let everybody f-ck her
i leave b-tches in my dm’s, send my lil’ brother to slush ’em
fly your b-tch out to miami
i send sh-t like jimmy butler
i like b-tches in they coat, but, sh-t, they 10, i can’t even touch ’em
’bout that bread gang, watch your head gang, my n-gga rushers
slime a n-gga for they kit
they know lil’ drac sl!cker than b-tter
you gon’ run and chase the b-tch
i’ma put her on her feet
you make that b-tch buy you some j’s
i make that b-tch go charge a fee

[verse 2]
make the b-tch block me on everything
on god, your ass weak
i ain’t goin’ through her phone and sh-t
on god, that sh-t ain’t p
she treat your ass like a lil’ boy
when she with me that b-tch a freak
if you seen me in her likes, i knocked her down
your ass sleep
scored on every b-tch in my city
if she bad, you know i had her
better treat your lil’ b-tch right ‘fore she get mad and i come grab her
sneakin’ pictures while i’m sleep
that sh-t get leaked, your ass fiendin’
actin’ hard, like you don’t need the b-tch
see, now, your ass tender
[chorus]
talkin’ ’bout a five star chick, but she let everybody f-ck her
i leave b-tches in my dm’s, send my lil’ brother to slush ’em
fly your b-tch out to miami
i send sh-t like jimmy butler
i like b-tches in they coat, but, sh-t, they 10, i can’t even touch ’em
’bout that bread gang, watch your head gang, my n-gga rushers
slime a n-gga for they kit
they know lil’ drac sl!cker than b-tter
you gon’ run and chase the b-tch
i’ma put her on her feet
you make that b-tch buy you some j’s
i make that b-tch go charge a fee

- dracbaby

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