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Future - Draco Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Pluto
You better not raise your voice at me (You)
You know I got a pimp degree (You know)
Yeah, Pluto (You know)

[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag (You know)
Rat-tat got a little kickback (You)
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini doors when I lift off (You)
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off (You know)
Nice little thot got a stiff arm (You)
Did the Heisman on the ho, got the stiff arm (You know)
Fuck all that biting like Tyson or Holyfield (You)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)
A couple of pills and I got my soda filled (You)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)
Break out a sweat, I go head over heels for these mils (You)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)
She thinks she the one but to me she ain't nothing but a thrill (You)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (You know)
I've been drippin' like a God, what else? (You)
I been dodgin' all the flage, what else? (You)
I been fillin' up garages, what else? (You)
I gave her her first ménage, what else? (You know)
Uh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes (You)
I'm about to slide, slide, slide (You know)
Wonder why, why, why (You)
I stay in the sky, sky, sky (You know)
Pink molly, let me dance with her (You)
Freestylin', let me dance with her (You)
Sky-Dweller, it was sentimental (You)
Rose gold, it was cinnamon
[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag (You know)
Rat-tat got a little kickback (You)
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)

[Verse 2]
Fucking my bitch by the change (Change)
Want me to jump out the stage (Jump out the stage)
I wanna jump in the air (Yeah)
You know the love ain't fair (You know)
You killin' then show us the proof (You know)
I already got the juice (You)
Chain different colors like fruits, uh (Fruits)
I like to hang out the roof (You)
I got to train my bitches (Let's train 'em)
I'm putting chains on my bitches (I'm putting chains on 'em)
I'll pull some chain on the snitches (I'll pull some chain on the snitches)
I'm focused, I'm back on my mission (Yeah)
Flex on a nigga, no apologies (Flex on 'em)
Molly off-white, done got to me (Flex on 'em)
Playing hockey with the ice in the Major League (Yeah)
35 bitches at the St. Reg (Yeah)
Fall back shooter like KD (Every day)
Back in the kitchen with the Curry (Curry)
Pullin' up with Xan', can't hurt me (Hurt me)
Pineapple drink lookin' syrupy (Syrupy)
56 nights, I was dirty (56)
Styrofoam cups servin' patients (Woo)
Heard you been talkin' 'bout the kid (Kid)
Knowin' damn well that's a flagrant (Technical)
I cancel two bitches (Cancel 'em)
I got me some new bitches (Got 'em, got 'em)
Come check out how I'm living (Check out how I'm living)
I got me some new drippy (I got me some new drip)
I got me some new drip (Got me some new drip)
She ain't got nothing to do with it (Nothing to do with it)
I'll give my bitch to you (I'll give my bitch to you)
If that what she mean to you (If that what she mean)
[Chorus]
Draco season with the bookbag (You know)
Rat-tat got a little kickback (You)
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
Draco season with the bookbag (You know)
Rat-tat got a little kickback (You)
Hundreds on hundreds, got a good batch (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back (You know)
You ain't never ever get your bitch back

[Verse 3]
Yacht cruisin' in the deep
I'm twisted up, I got geeked
Misbehaving with your freak
Can't tell she got teeth
I was in her mouth like veneers
Stop comparing my career
Designer flooded through the crib
Bentley furniture for real
Bought a Fendi couch for my kids
They just want to plug a nigga wig
Charge a half a mil for the gig
Middle fingers up, fuck the pigs
Diamonds fallin' off me, let me jig
Never falling off and never quit
I retired cookin' up a brick
Certified nigga out the 6
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 niggas, Al Capone
Got my Chi niggas on the horn
Downtown Atlanta I was born30