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promoting violence - drako loa lyrics

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old dog ass b*tch
yeah
glock 19 it stutter

this b*tch slide like b*tter
you come through with that b*tch it jam
i think it’s peanut b*tter
you n*ggas always had silver spoon

ain’t come up out that gutter
n*ggas ain’t on my timin
you n*ggas p*ssy got no cheese
n*ggas need to stick to grindin

see the vvs on my neck
drake, why you always shinin’
two two threes, go through houses
bro got the flash up on that drac

i promise that we gon’ blind him
arp on a stock it fold
you get too close, i up that b*tch
leave you with bullet holes

i’m on a drill, i drift the whip
you think it’s tokyo
at night, bro, catchin’ souls
during the day, we makin’ money
tryna sell them bowls
all these opps up in my blunt
tell bro to roll one more
so much boogers in my chain

got my diamonds cold
spin the bend, i’m in the whip again
got my glock 19 and you know that
that b*tch the newеst gen

you n*ggas ain’t my kin
pop out, get em
bullеts wet him up
but you ain’t survivin’, you think you tough

we flamed’ the last n*gga
yeah, his ass couldn’t even duck
you think you forrest gump
you try to run your ass, f*ck

them f&ns, them micro drake’s
gon’ tear yo ass up
p*ssy n*gga, you left the house
without no f*ckin’ sweater

it don’t take much to catch a rat
all you need is a little bit of cheddar
should i use this micro drake
or should i use this new beretta
my b*tch, she bad as f*ck
but this ain’t ashley or vanessa
i like to f*ck lil chelsea
cause ha p*ssy get a little water

send em, ybs on yo ass
i feel like this the helta skelta
panoramic tesi
cuttin’ up the road

no, you can’t catch me
shiesty, got that yoppa ready
to spin like f*ckin’ helicopter
nine he pop up’ out that cut

ain’t no way that i could stop him
if he say he see a opp
it’s guaranteed that he gon’ pop him
these n*ggas known for f*ckin’ droppin

and they steady’ loafin
that’s gon’ be they motherf*ckin’ problem
i’m a tweaker, like a goblin
he tryna call for help

but he ain’t got no signal
like verizon
box him in, and crop him out
n*ggas f*ckin’, got divided
his body hit the floor
he seein’ f*ckin’ stars
like horizon
they say drako, you need to f*ckin’ chill

but i keep promotin’ violence

- drako loa lyrics

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