Future – Draco Lyrics

Future - Draco Lyrics

#Future – Draco Lyrics

You better not raise your voice at me
You know I got a pimp degree
Pluto

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

Lamborghini doors But I never stop
They done f*cked around Got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm

F*ck up that body like Tyson or Holyfield
Wo wo wo wo wo
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled
Wo wo wo wo wo

Break out a sweat I go head over heels for these mils
Wo wo wo wo wo wo
She thinks she the one But to me she ain't nothing but a thrill
Wo wo wo wo wo wo

I've been drippin' like a God with her
I been dodgin' all the flies, what else
I been fillin' up garages what else
I gave her a French menage what else

Close your eyes eyes eyes
I'm about to slide slide slide
Wonder why why why
I stay in the sky sky sky

Pink Molly Let me dance with her
Freestylin' Let me dance with her
Sky Dweller It was sentimental
Rose gold It was sentimental

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds Got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

F*ck up my b*tch by the change
Want me to jump out the stage
I wanna jump in the air
You know the love ain’t fair

You killin' then show us the proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits
I like to hang out the roof

I got to train my b*tches
I'm putting chains on my bitches
I'll pull some chain on the snitches
I'm focused I'm back on my mission

Flex on a n*gga no apologies
Molly Off-White Done got a league
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League
35 bitches at the St. Reg

Fall back shooter like KD
Back in the kitchen with the Curry
Pullin' up wit Xan can't hurt me
Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy

56 nights I was dirty
Styrofoam cups servin' patients
Heard you been talking about the kid
Knowin' damn well that’s a flagrant technical

I cancel two b*tches
I got me some new b*tches
Come check out how I’m living
I got me some new drippy

I got me some new drip
She ain't got nothing to do with it
I'll give my b*tch to you
If that what she mean to you

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds Got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

Draco season with the bookbag
Rat tat got a little kick back
Hundreds on hundreds Got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back
You ain't never ever get you b*tch back

Yeah I'm cruisin' in the deep
Im twisted up I got geeked
Misbehaving with ya freak
Can't tell she got teeth

I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Business furniture for real

Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a n*gga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up F*ck the pigs

Diamonds fallin' off me let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin' up a brick
Certified nigga out the six

Who was wrapping dummies in the zone
I was chargin' 10 for the strong
Keep on goin' in on this song
Keep an F&N at your home

Lesson learned and we moving on
I got firm n*ggas Al Capone
Got my Chi n*ggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born

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