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Dragon Songtext
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Dragon Songtext

So what?
These niggas want to kill me and what?
I dip for bro why these niggas say I′m snakey if
These niggas selfish ask 'em what they doing for me and
If it′s for Brodie don't put anything before me and

They slid on me and got hit by my dragon init
That's my dawg and that′s my snakey and that′s my dragon init
That 30 clip in the Glock it start dragging init
He lost his temper like a dragon started firing

Aye, what you do for the gang
Heard your packs selling sissy lane
Heard shots you got in your mag and
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck your big homie and fuck a opp
Told my youngin' go circle the block


I cannot pebbles and rocks
I only think ′bout ho's
And I only spend on clothes
And I only smell the broker
This money, plenty of rack
She really gang ′cause plenty of rack

She in the field 'cause plenty of traps and
Money your hand
Where I′m from you get your money flat
And I don't got a problem with cash
Last problem got solved like magic
Turn myself from boy to a man

Turn myself from boy to a man
Shoot my gun like clank, clank, clank
Aye, we not shooting like dominoes
We not shooting we got to go
These opp niggas they got to go
Never broke the Wassa code
That's my dragon, ho
That′s my dragon and he flammable

They slid on me and got hit by my dragon init
That′s my dawg and that's my snakey and that′s my dragon init
That 30 clip in the Glock it start dragging init
He lost his temper like a dragon started firing


They slid on me and got hit by my dragon init
That's my dawg and that′s my snakey and that's my dragon init
That 30 clip in the Glock it start dragging init
He lost his temper like a dragon started firing

Aye, uh, got to stay ahead of the game
My druggy ain′t ready for flame
My O, my eight
My coke, still peng
My forces, cocaine
Plug threw it up on face
I used to trap at Dave's and
I'll do it again

Glock at the back of the Benz and
Fell in love with the ice
′Cause a nigga really came from an age and
You know how it go, get money if you not on parole and
I ain′t need shit, I swear all I need was dope and
Merecedes coupe, I fell off the roof

Block boy, play your block teach a lil' nigga how to shoot and
Back to the hood ′cause that's the only place we knew and
I′d hate me too, made noise like run the tune and
My diamonds flossed, I got the wauce
Look at my watch, look like a clock
We get it off, Pressa escobar, aye

They say we are them play against the odds and
Fuck a opp, my opps they scared, they soft and
Fuck your brick, fuck a plug I need a socket
Fuck a snake, fuck a bird, fuck your closet
My drink got blood on his clothes he should play for Rockets

They slid on me and got hit by my dragon init
That's my dawg and that′s my snakey and that's my dragon init
That 30 clip in the Glock it start dragging init
He lost his temper like a dragon started firing

They slid on me and got hit by my dragon init
That's my dawg and that′s my snakey and that′s my dragon init
That 30 clip in the Glock it start dragging init
He lost his temper like a dragon started firing

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