Eric Manco - Draco lyrics

[Intro] You better not raise your voice at me You know I got a pimp degree Pluto [Chorus] 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 your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back [Verse 1] Lamborghini doors when I lift off They done f**ed around, got a n***a pissed off Nice little thot got a stiff arm Did the Heisman on the hoe got the stiff arm f** all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa A couple of pills and I got my soda filled Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils Woah whoa whoa whoa whoa She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I've been drippin' like a God, what else? I been dodgin' all the flage, what else? I been fillin' up garages, what else? I gave her her first ménage, 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 (yup) Freestylin', let me dance with her Sky Dweller, it was sentimental Rose gold, it was cinnamon [Chorus] 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 your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back [Verse 2] f** up my b**h by the change Want me to jump out the stage I wanna jump in the air You know the love ain't fair You k**in' 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**hes I'm putting chains on my b**hes I'll pull some chain on the snitches I'm focused, I'm back on my mission Flex on a n***a, no apologies Molly off-white, done got to me Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League 35 b**hes 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 talkin' bout the kid Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant (technical) I cancel two b**hes I got me some new b**hes 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**h to you If that what she mean to you [Chorus] 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 your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h 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 your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back You ain't never ever get your b**h back [Verse 3] Yeah I'm cruisin' in the deep I'm 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***a wig Charge a half a mil for the gig Middle fingers up, f** the pigs Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig Never falling off and never quit I retired cookin' up a brick Certified n***a 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***as, Al Capone Got my Chi n***as on the horn Downtown Atlanta I was born