Dracula Songtext
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Dracula Songtext
Never Too Different
Never Too Different
Say who want the smoke?
I got big lungs and they′re full automatic
I got your bitch tongue all on my fabric
Hit the XDrive when I cut up through traffic
I ain't like to flex much
But the Benz truck parked inside the crib
From the streams that I stacked
This is what I dreamed as a kid when I slept
This is what I mean, you ain′t got it, don't stress, huh
Talk with a tone
Heart full of chrome
Put her legs on my shoulder
Like a tire got blown
Bone broth in the bowl
Like I got a bad cold
But it's only dead raps
Sent back to they home
Nobody I can′t eat
You guppies we land freaks
Put her hand in my pocket so abruptly, the pants crease
I used to hide the dirty pays deep inside of a pillow case
And ever since I did I blame the money - I can′t sleep
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your 'ville, ′ville, 'ville
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your ′ville, 'ville
I don′t get it
Never had a hand, but you mad I don't listen
Never look at the tag I buy, no issue
Why you in the past 'bout a bitch who don′t miss you?
Bitch, she don′t miss you
Yeah, huh
Long green tips like tissues
Spill green paint, count it up
If you wanna get talking
I need the bitches and the pape' in the bank, that simple, yeah
Black eyes
With a bad vibe
Should be baptized, capsized
Either way I′m drowning with no flashlights
Hook the homies up that was even down to a bag price
Only made seven with three-eighths like a hat size
Remember?
I stacked dough off a slice like I didn't like the crust
Shit I didn′t like much
Looking like I'm on ′tuss
With the huzz
Doing bumps in the back
Like a flash back to the school bus
Keep the heat close like an East Coast house
Make 'em count sheep till the sheep lose count
Put 'em by the water like a seafood house
Put ′em in a old cast like a reboot couch
Toe tag so fast he could bounce with the gout
I was wet behind the ears so I listened to the drought
Now I′m back in the Acura
Put the count first and my girl call me Dracula
Put the count first and my girl call me Dracula
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your 'ville, ′ville, 'ville
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your ′ville
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
I'm-I′m so glad I signed that deal
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your 'ville
Yeah, huh
Paint my body with that—
Paint-paint my body down in Chrome Hearts
And push up with the s—
Never Too Different
Say who want the smoke?
I got big lungs and they′re full automatic
I got your bitch tongue all on my fabric
Hit the XDrive when I cut up through traffic
I ain't like to flex much
But the Benz truck parked inside the crib
From the streams that I stacked
This is what I dreamed as a kid when I slept
This is what I mean, you ain′t got it, don't stress, huh
Talk with a tone
Heart full of chrome
Put her legs on my shoulder
Like a tire got blown
Bone broth in the bowl
Like I got a bad cold
But it's only dead raps
Sent back to they home
Nobody I can′t eat
You guppies we land freaks
Put her hand in my pocket so abruptly, the pants crease
I used to hide the dirty pays deep inside of a pillow case
And ever since I did I blame the money - I can′t sleep
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your 'ville, ′ville, 'ville
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your ′ville, 'ville
I don′t get it
Never had a hand, but you mad I don't listen
Never look at the tag I buy, no issue
Why you in the past 'bout a bitch who don′t miss you?
Bitch, she don′t miss you
Yeah, huh
Long green tips like tissues
Spill green paint, count it up
If you wanna get talking
I need the bitches and the pape' in the bank, that simple, yeah
Black eyes
With a bad vibe
Should be baptized, capsized
Either way I′m drowning with no flashlights
Hook the homies up that was even down to a bag price
Only made seven with three-eighths like a hat size
Remember?
I stacked dough off a slice like I didn't like the crust
Shit I didn′t like much
Looking like I'm on ′tuss
With the huzz
Doing bumps in the back
Like a flash back to the school bus
Keep the heat close like an East Coast house
Make 'em count sheep till the sheep lose count
Put 'em by the water like a seafood house
Put ′em in a old cast like a reboot couch
Toe tag so fast he could bounce with the gout
I was wet behind the ears so I listened to the drought
Now I′m back in the Acura
Put the count first and my girl call me Dracula
Put the count first and my girl call me Dracula
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your 'ville, ′ville, 'ville
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your ′ville
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
I'm-I′m so glad I signed that deal
Chevy riding through your—
Che-Chevy riding through your 'ville
Yeah, huh
Paint my body with that—
Paint-paint my body down in Chrome Hearts
And push up with the s—
Writer(s): Ben Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

