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lirik lagu draco millz - twitter beef freestyle

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[intro]

yeah

how about a little music to count me money to?

[verse 1]

ya twitter beefin?
f~ck n~gga don’t @ me
swervin’ a black whip like i’m atley
sippin’ that lean and it feel like an iv
straight shot to the veins like some morphine
poured up imma sip out a hi~c
finesse a n~gga in the bathroom at hy~vee
pause
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
i’m tryna run up a bag santa clause
im f~ckin that b~tch and i get in her jaws
i’m poppin them tags give a f~ck bout the cost
i’m swervin’ a ‘vette give a f~ck bout the laws
i ain’t hugo but i feel like a boss
clean ice b~tch i’m rockin’ that voss
f~nny pack and it full of them narcs
i’m riding shotgun rosa parks
blm b~tch i live wit a cause
fugazi n~gga don’t live by the law
only god can judge me only allah
i need that blue face, need a lot
duffle bag of cash and swerve out the lot
big blunts every time that i smoke
drippin’ dab in it
this ain’t no joke
i get on that beat eat that sh~t like an animal
i’m smokin’ on strong dope you smokin’ danimals
if i eat her p~ssy i go like a cannibal
i jump out the window, geronimo!
cuz twelve hit the spot and i had to get ghost
n~ggas rattin’ tellin’ just like some hoes
that’s that type of sh~t that get yo ass blown
mickey mouse n~ggas they gotta go
n~gga you a rat and you lookin like bix nine
on my snow billy sh~t i’m staying on my f~ckin’ grind
smokin’ on dope and it taste like key lime
still might flip a pie like i’m tippin’s
i’m tryna grow dope for a living
cuz when i’m old b~tch i’m bouta be chillin’
n~ggas is slow and they can’t see the vision
certainly not, i won’t be f~ckin’ wit em
she suckin’ that d~ck and it making her climax
might pull it out put the nut on her eyelash
i’m gettin grey hairs, billy ocean
throw back a perc and then i get to floatin’
you got fentanyl?
you must wanna get yo weak ass jaw broken
dreads in my face and i’m feeling like chief keef
swear to god these p~ssy n~ggas can’t see me
blow his ass down turn a n~gga to a pack of tree
cuz i got tired of the f~ckery and f~ggotry
you barely made it out that was close
and you can’t come back you know that you hoe
p~ssy n~gga we all know that you broke
you worth less than a bar of cheap soap
and my n~ggas take yo ass for a joke
you want be me, you try being my clone
[verse 2]

thought i was done
but i’m goin for a hundred bars
prollyrich on the track
you know that it’s beatin’ hard
pack it up, then we movin’ it out
and my n~ggas never seen a d~mn drought
n~ggas rapping and they do it for clout
simp ass n~gga, b~tch, sit yo ass down
so much sauce, that a n~gga might drown
paint his face, ‘cuz he look like a clown
paint the feet, that b~tch wanna get geeked
sippin’ lean and it’s up in my spleen
jacket with the zippers like billie jean
i skeet in a foreign, i’m rippin’ the tires off
pull up in the front of the loft, and i’m double parked
smokin’ on resin and ya breath smellin’ like tar
i’m smokin’ on runtz and i keep the sh~t up to par
n~ggas is p~ssy they beefin’, no relishes
clean that sh~t up need to talk to the reverend
lookin at my lyrics jackin’ sauce and the sediments
i want them rackys like a settlement
serve him acetaminophen now he h~lla p~ssed
tryna have more weight than a elephant
and a few fast cars, and like h~lla cribs
[outro]

(haha yeah)
you already know what the f~ck goin’ on
draco~no~tango work on the body like maaco
drippin’ the mother f~ckin’ sauce like faygo
ya dig?
and i’m gone
catch up


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