Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dragons Breath , by - TazdiedRelease date: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dragons Breath |
| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames |
| ‘Cause they just test me |
| Talk about your ice, lil bitch |
| That shit does not impress me |
| Walk ‘round with a limp |
| Because my pockets way too heavy |
| I used to sell bricks |
| I got my bag and now we set, G |
| I ain't the same as you |
| Ain't playin the same games as you |
| There's really no taming me |
| But I do not think that is the same for you |
| We ridin‘ around on our bullshit |
| Clutchin on, the good shit |
| We can come back anytime |
| But we 'bout to unload a full clip, uh |
| Tomboys gotta do all they can |
| Just to get to you to show fear |
| That‘s why I never sleep covering my ears |
| Everything you say, you could bet that I hear |
| Look around all day, who stares? |
| Can‘t I make this clearer? |
| I‘m a real dog, boxed up |
| Grew up, I don't hang with lames |
| I don't have no peers |
| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames |
| ‘Cause they just test me |
| Talk about your ice, lil bitch |
| That shit does not impress me |
| Walk ‘round with a limp |
| Because my pockets way too heavy |
| I used to sell bricks |
| I got my bag and now we set, G |
| All they can |
| Just to get to you to show fear |
| That‘s why I never sleep covering my ears |
| Everything you say, you could bet that I hear |
| Look around all day, who stares? |
| Can‘t I make this clearer? |
| I‘m a real dog, boxed up |
| Grew up, I don't hang with lames |
| I don't have no peers |
| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames |
| ‘Cause they just test me |
| Talk about your ice, lil bitch |
| That shit does not impress me |
| Walk ‘round with a limp |
| Because my pockets way too heavy |
| I used to sell bricks |
| I got my bag and now we set, G |
| I can‘t keep on fucking with these lames |
| ‘Cause they just test me |
| Talk about your ice, lil bitch |
| That shit does not impress me |
| Walk ‘round with a limp |
| Because my pockets way too heavy |
| I used to sell bricks |
| I got my bag and now we set, G |