Pressa - Dracula lyrics

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Pressa - Dracula lyrics

[Intro: Pressa] Grrah Grrah I'm in the studio with the cig on me I used to try to hear them out Uh [Verse 1: Pressa] I used to try to hear them out (Hear) It never really added up (Huh) They don't know I murder sh*t (Murder) Young ni**a from Canada I get 'em gone for the free, free Don't need to drop bags, no Stay with a demon like Dracula I stay with a demon like Dracula (Parker) Got a quarter million in jewelry (Jewel) And ni**as ain't stainin' sh*t He ain't come outside in 2-4 hours, we still waitin for him He seen ni**as jump out the car but it's too late for him That ni**a Sizzlac dead, plus he a rat, ni**as still praisin' him (Huh?) Every single Wass around me has got a buss down I hang with Somali ni**as, hoyatha wuss now b*tch, I hit that gas every time I put my foot down I come from the trap house Sleepin' on trap couches I'm from that trap house I'm from that trap house I'm from that trap house (Yeah) These bullets lash out and push his head back, Mr. Trap House He turn around, we tear his back off Three-hunnid for a hunnid pounds of gas route (b*tch) Diamonds dance, see, jewelry nasty, back to Miami (Uh) Slatty in the taxi breakin' the pantry Wild boy in the wildly and in all tallys (Count) Countin' mayor cheese and countin' my ni**as into the family [Verse 2: Flipp Dinero] Count up the hunnids and go I got no love, I can't fu*k with you ni**as I hop in a foreign and push it to the limit My cup a lil' muddy, I'm sippin' on tinted My ni**as with me they know Pressa gon' flip up the foreign Got bricks in the cut for the bag, I'ma get it They know how we do for the bag, I'ma spend it I got my ni**as at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time I got my goon from the north side. front a pack and he did it no co-sign Talk about, "Get it", you see how we livin'? You know that we spend it and get this sh*t back Pull up on Haitians, my ni**as'll get you I don't gotta say it, that sh*t been a fact There was the days I was stuck in the back Pocket was empty, I move for the cheque Pocket was empty, I flexed with the racks I hit the stages and they cut me a cheque Now she wanna fu*k with no strings attached I got them diamonds, they flash on my neck Know what I do for the gang that I rep I want the money, don't care about respect [Outro: Flipp Dinero] I got my ni**as at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time I got my goon from the north side, front a pack and he did it no co-sign Talk about, "Get it", you see how we living? You know that we spend it and get this sh*t back Pull up on Haitians, my ni**as'll get you I don't gotta say it, that sh*t been a fact