| Pop out with draco, run up the pesos
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| Pint by the bottle, they callin' my Chapo
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| I ride the Lambo like I hit the lotto
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| I’m smokin' cookies and sellin' gelato
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| I know that most of these niggas be fake
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| Pussy ass nigga get hit with the K
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| I’m gettin' money, the fuck out my face
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| I walk in the trap and I pour up a eight
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| I catch a quarter million Bentley truck
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| Whippin' my wrist in the pot, I don’t give a fuck
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| Wish a nigga well, gotta go double up
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| Left wrist Rolex, sixty thousand for my shit it’s frozen up
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| Red beam on their head, I’ma hit em up
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| Drop yo location, nigga let’s go get it up
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| Bust down on a bracelet
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| Fifty thousand for my jeweler, spent it, I ain’t give no fuck
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| Young Drako nigga, you know I’m real nigga
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| Young Drako nigga you know I be trappin', my nigga
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| Young Drako run through the millions
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| Young Drako stack up money to the ceiling, my nigga
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| Had to go get a ticket
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| Most of these niggas be really bitches
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| Twin-Turbo when I skrrt this shit too the limit
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| Catch me in the trap, nigga I’m whippin' fishes
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| Okay, but that’s another story, back to this trap shit
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| In the trenches, put a hundred thousand in my mattress
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| Fuck with Drako, bitch you know I’m bout action
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| Make the wrong move, then my nigga start clappin'
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| You want a pint of drink, you know that I tax you
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| I’m the CEO of Money Gang, and nigga we blastin'
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| Hop in the Rari, and skrrt in that Aston
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| White Maserati, same color as Casper
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| Jump in the foreign, you know it go faster
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| A hundred bitches on my P, just like Master
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| Brand new Rari, man I don’t do the masda
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| Ooh I meant Mazda, ooh I’m eatin' lobsters
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| Hundred dollar Gucci shirt, I pop collar
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| Thousand dollar gold bottle, I pop it
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| Big draco on me, I don’t gotta cock it
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| I put a hundred bricks in helicopters
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| This shit ain’t got no hook, but I’m steady goin'
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| Stand in that trap, and I’m makin' it storm
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| Tornado whip my wrist, I fuck up my arm
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| Two-tone Cuban link, I switch up the charm
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| I walk in that club, and they ring an alarm
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| I’m seeing a junkie, I’m servin' the bomb
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| Giuseppe my toes, I do that for fun
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| I fuck on yo bitch while I’m grippin' my gun
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| I’m throwin' blue hundreds, I don’t throw the ones
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| I walk in that club, the strippers like «ooh, here he come»
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| Hop out the Rari with hundred round drum
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| Young Drako nigga, you know where I’m from
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| Young Drako nigga, came straight out the slums
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| Young Drako play with the pots, and the bricks, and the bon
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| I’m in yo bitch mouth, right on her tongue
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| Nigga want beef, it’s filet mignon
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| I ride in the Rover, I’m mixin' the soda
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| They call me Young Drako, they call me Young Soulja
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| Earring right, boulder
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| Left ring, half quarter
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| Bust down, new Rollie
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| This bitch actin' like she know me
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| VVS, out the water
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| Young Drako, nigga I’m fuckin' yo daughter
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| Malibu noble, you know that
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| I rock new designer, I don’t do the throwback
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| When you get money, you don’t gotta show that
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| I see the Police, I’m runnin' a four flat
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| I’m hoppin' the gate
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| Most of these niggas, you know that they fake
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| It ain’t my birthday but you know I’m gettin' to the cake
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| I put the Yacht right by the lake
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| Hit from the back, bust on her face
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| Young Drako, nigga
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| Stacks On Deck Money Gang, Palm Tree Entertainment
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| Gang, Gang, Gang
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| SODMG
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| Yeah, uh
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| Skrrt
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| Drako
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hook (True Story) , by - Soulja Boy. Song from the album Young Drako, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп