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Paroles de la chanson Dracula par Pressa
[Pressa]
Grrah
Grrah
I'm in the studio with the cig on me
I used to try to hear them out
Uh
[Pressa]
I used to try to hear them out (Hear)
It never really added up (Huh)
They don't know I murder shit (Murder)
Young nigga from Canada
I get 'em gone for the free, free
Don't need to drop bags, no
Stay with a demon like Dracula
I stay with a demon like Dracula (Parker)
Grrah
Grrah
I'm in the studio with the cig on me
I used to try to hear them out
Uh
[Pressa]
I used to try to hear them out (Hear)
It never really added up (Huh)
They don't know I murder shit (Murder)
Young nigga from Canada
I get 'em gone for the free, free
Don't need to drop bags, no
Stay with a demon like Dracula
I stay with a demon like Dracula (Parker)
Got a quarter million in jewelry (Jewel)
And niggas ain't stainin' shit
He ain't come outside in 2-4 hours, we still waitin for him
He seen niggas jump out the car but it's too late for him
That nigga Sizzlac dead, plus he a rat, niggas still praisin' him (Huh?)
Every single Wass around me has got a buss down
I hang with Somali niggas, hoyatha wuss now
Bitch, I hit that gas every time I put my foot down
I come from the trap house
Sleepin' on trap couches
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house (Yeah)
These bullets lash out and push his head back, Mr. Trap House
And niggas ain't stainin' shit
He ain't come outside in 2-4 hours, we still waitin for him
He seen niggas jump out the car but it's too late for him
That nigga Sizzlac dead, plus he a rat, niggas still praisin' him (Huh?)
Every single Wass around me has got a buss down
I hang with Somali niggas, hoyatha wuss now
Bitch, I hit that gas every time I put my foot down
I come from the trap house
Sleepin' on trap couches
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house
I'm from that trap house (Yeah)
These bullets lash out and push his head back, Mr. Trap House
He turn around, we tear his back off
Three-hunnid for a hunnid pounds of gas route (Bitch)
Diamonds dance, see, jewelry nasty, back to Miami (Uh)
Slatty in the taxi breakin' the pantry
Wild boy in the wildly and in all tallys (Count)
Countin' mayor cheese and countin' my niggas into the family
[Flipp Dinero]
Count up the hunnids and go
I got no love, I can't fuck with you niggas
I hop in a foreign and push it to the limit
My cup a lil' muddy, I'm sippin' on tinted
My niggas with me they know
Pressa gon' flip up the foreign
Got bricks in the cut for the bag, I'ma get it
Three-hunnid for a hunnid pounds of gas route (Bitch)
Diamonds dance, see, jewelry nasty, back to Miami (Uh)
Slatty in the taxi breakin' the pantry
Wild boy in the wildly and in all tallys (Count)
Countin' mayor cheese and countin' my niggas into the family
[Flipp Dinero]
Count up the hunnids and go
I got no love, I can't fuck with you niggas
I hop in a foreign and push it to the limit
My cup a lil' muddy, I'm sippin' on tinted
My niggas with me they know
Pressa gon' flip up the foreign
Got bricks in the cut for the bag, I'ma get it
They know how we do for the bag, I'ma spend it
I got my niggas at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side. front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about, "Get it", you see how we livin'?
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians, my niggas'll get you
I don't gotta say it, that shit been a fact
There was the days I was stuck in the back
Pocket was empty, I move for the cheque
Pocket was empty, I flexed with the racks
I hit the stages and they cut me a cheque
Now she wanna fuck with no strings attached
I got them diamonds, they flash on my neck
Know what I do for the gang that I rep
I want the money, don't care about respect
I got my niggas at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side. front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about, "Get it", you see how we livin'?
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians, my niggas'll get you
I don't gotta say it, that shit been a fact
There was the days I was stuck in the back
Pocket was empty, I move for the cheque
Pocket was empty, I flexed with the racks
I hit the stages and they cut me a cheque
Now she wanna fuck with no strings attached
I got them diamonds, they flash on my neck
Know what I do for the gang that I rep
I want the money, don't care about respect
[ Flipp Dinero]
I got my niggas at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side, front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about, "Get it", you see how we living?
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians, my niggas'll get you
I don't gotta say it, that shit been a fact
I got my niggas at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side, front a pack and he did it no co-sign
Talk about, "Get it", you see how we living?
You know that we spend it and get this shit back
Pull up on Haitians, my niggas'll get you
I don't gotta say it, that shit been a fact
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