Paroles de la chanson Dracula flow 4 par PLUMMCORP RECORDS

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
Haters in shambles, they stay pickin' the corn outta my shit
This Smith & Wesson got me movin' like an invasive species
I got Midas touch, fuck boy
Bitch so bad I made her shit in my chopped cheese
I'm at the bank 'bouta withdraw all of it
These Valentinos are from Milan, you fuckin' idiot

That Fentanyl gave me Vitruvian Man flexibility
Got me in a state of rigor mortis
Caught a broke boy trying to come up on my Amazon package
So I skinned his ass alive, ahhhhh

We smokin' Serge Ibaka, spinal fluid infused, quick-release Percs
She spread it and let me take a deep sniff of that Mahi-mahi
I gave that pussy a raspberry

They needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin' fingerprints off
They will not find me

Konichiwa, you little jit
Snortin' some premium Matisyahu, got me fightin' for my life
I make a nice stew out of that pussy
Blacked out on the Percocet, ordered a Desert Eagle off Amazon

I used to nut in my socks until the crust smelled sweet
I ain't never going back
Hidden Valley Ranch ice cream cake in my Fronto Leaf
Got Subanese crystalline shards pokin' out my lungs, fuck boy
I'm in Göbekli Tepe shirtless in a loin cloth
Blowing bareback asshole, out-smokin' aqueduct filtered sherm

Told shorty to keep that box breathin' yeah
She squeezin' the garlic, we smokin' java man
Face pressed up against that monkey, sniffin' for dear life

The Cuban link will turn the diamond tester into a pipe bomb

Glock-34 shivered his timbers
Blew her back out usin' a mammoth-skin condom
Dick/pussy freeballin', like Shaq and Kobe

I'm smokin' Mesopotamian, Stanley Cup triple-award-winning, soul-bleeder, taint blaster, J.D. Power Associates, dingleberry zaza
We smokin' that IBM Quantum Computer

I can't wait to curb stomp you in these dumb ugly ass Rick Owens shoes
I'm Dracula, I'm twelve million years old
When I hit it from behind, the room smells like absolute michi
They said I wouldn't shit on 'em
I spread my cheeks and hit 'em with an absolute screamer
Lil' bro was emaciated, the Percs done ate lil' cuzzo ass up

These cops are interrogating me about an ounce of weed
As if I didn't kill an Applebee's hostess two miles away

I come from a long bloodline of Italian leather
My Bottegas have veins pumpin' through them
Smoking indigenous Fronto Leaf in a bacon, egg, and cheese
Hashtag: "Le Chemin du Roi"
Eyes bloodshot, leanin' up against the wall
Beatin' off to my Chrome Hearts boots

Opps was talkin' crazy, shot 'em in the mouth
My Audemars Piguet worth the GDP of Yemen
If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit, people will die

My diamonds come from the most horrific situations possible
Slurpin' a quick-release Perc off the plate, like a pinto bean
I keep my Glock at the Vatican
She squirt on me, I love bein' covered in the chichi manga
They're sick in the head, they forgot I'm him
I'm the "Him-ulation", I am "Him Kardashian"
"Him-buktu", "Him-on and Pumba"
I got my DNA test back
Turns out I'm one-hundred percent "Him-alayan"

Fuck it, I ate the opp

She let me hit it
That gash sound like salmon roe

You ran off with the Diddy Kong
Triple espresso
Personal hot spot stim-gripper runts
There are consequences to your crimes against Dracula

Get shorty out of here, she's built like a Jay Electronica verse
Icewear Vezzo said it best
"I'm a mud baby, I can't stop"
I have more Percs than there are stars in the Leo Cluster
I'm claiming every corner, every block
Fuck it
I'm coming for every enzyme

Snorting dexie
Eating skate right out of the lake

Opp was sneak-dissing on the 'gram
Turned his city into Pompeii
These ain't no Mall-mains, you ugly bastard
They want to drive a wooden stake into my heart
For pulling my cock out at the Toronto Blue Jays game
All I'm saying is I paid for the tickets

My Ducati leather trench coat bright red
I look like ten million crawdads fucking
That elite pussy turn me into a radical
I'm moving lucrative
I'm in the pod smoking Sebulba
Smoking that good schooby-doo waa

I'm fucked up in the crib listening to Trill Sammy
I'm on the Ivory Coast eating

Vermilion snapper
War is all I think about
I never been scared in my life jit
This shit ain't nothing to me, man

I need my percs!
I need my percs!
One perc is never enough (Yo!)
Popped a Brazillian butt berserker
And had that pussy screeching like a harpy eagle

I'm smoking that shit that makes the toes curl
I'm doing a lot of drugs, a lot!
Walked along the sand dunes of the Sahara desert
For forty days and forty nights
With nothing but a pack of Newports
And a fifth of henny
I really do this shit

I'm starting to get real pissed off
What the fuck is Obamacare?
Hey Obama, I don't care about shit!

Look at this shit
I sold crack to myself
Spun around the block so many times
They thought it was fucking Minecraft

We smoking that Boomhauer
Choked his goofy ass out with a B.B. Simon belt
She wanted dick, but I gave her crack
I'm smoking lizard taint
Sniffing monkey
It's monkey monday, show me that monkey

I'm getting too much money!
I'm fucked up drinking a Chinese modelo
I'm smoking on that hush puppy limon

Broke boy wasn't balling enough
Welcome to the Guangdong Tigers
These Ferragamos are real, cunt
I got more sticks than a fucking forest
I have the blueprint to the catacombs
Popped four flim-flams at K.O.D.,
Came out with Hepatitis

This shit ain't nothing to me man!
I'll fucking kill you!
Smoked a new opp, his meat came right off the bone
The first time I smoked runts
I coughed so fucking hard
I started passing kidney stones
Then shat myself in front of the gang!

There was scat all over the pounds

There was scat all over the pounds we shipped out
For the next thirty business days
I don't have any compassion for broke boys
Everybody has an asshole
Most people have dick and balls
Go outside and get a bag!

I knew the perc was fake
But I still ate it because I'm a gremlin
I'll air this bitch out like I shit in it
I took two limitless pills to limit myself
I got so much cheese in my pocket
They thought I was a fucking calzone

That pussy balder than Howie Mandel
Crash the Benz truck
Sip some mud
Everything felt alright
Popped a bean, now I wanna kill someone
Yeah, I drill with my mask off
I'm moving like Gilbert Arenas

Sniffing white phosphorus
The Vatican wants to wet me up with silver bullets
But I'm on a god damn samurai pill!
I'm a real creature
I'll spin the block
Huffing spores
To see tomorrow's stock market
Lungs looking crazy

Rolling the old flesh cigar around your fingertips
Boy ran off with a Banjo-Kazooie
I had to cast a spell on that motherfucker
I got strands of RNA in my hookah
Every puff is an insult to God

The dust pack got me doing the third world stare
This zaza will give you a 2019
Alex Caruso hairline
Chopper small and sturdy
Built like Wilmer Valderrama

I let her hit the zaza just to buy her a bit more time
But all she wanted to do was fuck my brains out
Then euthanize herself
I hydrated the soot between her ass cheeks
And snorted that shit through my eyelids

Trackhawk sound like Game Seven
Yahoo!
I'll give you that fluoride stare
Pussy so tight I had to scissor her ass

This henny got me feeling crazy
This henny got me wanting the shit
This henny got me feeling like DDG

My bitch pussy fatter than Druski
Drank man, please!
I'm thirsty!
I'm ready, I'm trying to po' up
Drank man, please!
This henny making me want to go to the mall
And do something crazy

If Santa come down my chimney, I'm gon' fuck him

That's what my Hellcat sounds like
This shit ain't nothing to me, man!