Drac' On Me ft. J-Walk Lyrics

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Everyday I wake up in the morning I feel like Superman

Feeling like I'm Squidward half the time the way I work these bands

Got a funny feelin when I'm around she got a thousand ants

The way that bitch be stickin to me I feel like spider-man

Aye

I keep them switches too

Took his ice I took his bread

I took his bitches too

I'm so slimey I'm so shiesty who that nigga Pooh

They think I'm an architect how I'm a build some how I keep these tools

I make love to my pistol so much I make her squirt for me

A small mouth a fat ass my Draco make it twerk for me

I don't got a do shit my younging do my dirt for me

I use to weigh 280 after my baby that was too chunky

Damn

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Oo I was 280

Every I step up on the ground it I swear it start to shaking

I'm so hot and I'm so fresh they asking what we baking

Slide on so many opps on the daily thought we was ice skatin

Yeah, Yeah like we was ice skating

I done spent some time up in the hood but I ain't got patience

Did you come here to fuck or what bitch don't you keep me waiting

I'm a pimp and I stay with hoes just like a fire station

I might be in a Kia don't you get shot trying to play with me

Got two bitches both want to fuck and they both stay with me

I want my bitch to be an asset and build this cake with me

I'm Superman ain't got no cape but I keep this Drac' with me

Yeah I keep this Drac' with me

This Drac' on me

Know a nigga keep this Drac' on me

Know a keep a K on me

It get to spitting like a spelling bee

When I step up in this bitch you know that it's a stick up

Ain't no money in the world that'll make me give my man's up

I get in my feelings and go crazy with this blamma

60 round clip look like bananas

Choppa go click clack, spit spat

Blow his fucking shit back

I told that pussy nigga about that chit chat

I might slime him out and grime him out and catch a face tat

My little country bitch that's my little lab rat

She gone eat the dick up she like Pacman

Intercept the play I feel like Tyrann

Can't play about my brothers them my comrades

We be in the field slanging metal like it's Baghdad

Walk around with 40 in my pocket look like thigh pads

Nah this shit like thigh pads

Nah for real this shit like air bags

Aye told that pussy nigga you get your life snatched

Aye come around the gang you'll get your ice snatched

Nah forreal