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DRACODONTJAM
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Let that shit ride, 88
Ain't nobody can go this far, so everyone think I made it
And all the shades I got designer, I can't see nothing basic
And all these cars I drive, got horses, everyone trying to race me
Ain't nothing good come out the streets, but death and investigations
We can't fuck the same ho
My closet full of boxes, what you tryna stay for?
Catch my neck, kick the rack, we don't wear the same clothes
I sure don't check the price, my bitch do what I say, so
Hate when she call me Tyson
BB, you have to realize she gon' suck me while I'm driving
I put water on my left wrist for all times, that how we cranked
My lil' bitch, she got a accident, then she straight out Baltimore
She like, how we do it for? Like, what you think I caught you for?
See my dog turn to a snake, I might gotta kill a cobra
And all these hundreds, I got new that came from inside Nova
Fuck like a vicar, she get mad at how you broke the trophy
If I ain't know you 20-plus, then I can't even call you bros
And all my niggas be like soldiers and all my hoes might push a stroll
If you don't like how I been movin', I'm clutching, fight your back up slowly
She on my low, but I can pose it, she gotta go ho, I ain't joking
I value time, I buy a Rollie
These nigga pussy, call them dojo, mm
Give me B, they know my name, when I go hot to steak
Don't play with me, I wish you would
Just like the handle on the Drac'
Ain't no days off, I'm goin' hard, and rest in peace, that boy take
Them numbers match the clock, that just mean it, 17-4 plate
We can't fuck the same ho
My closet full of boxes, what you tryna stay for?
Catch my neck, kick the rack, we don't wear the same clothes
I sure don't check the price, my bitch do what I say, so
Hate when she call me Tyson
Ain't nobody can go this far, so everyone think I made it
And all the shades I got designer, I can't see nothing basic
And all these cars I drive, got horses, everyone trying to race me
Ain't nothing good come out the streets, but death and investigations
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