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Dracula Video (MV)




Performed By: Pressa
Featuring: Flipp Dinero
Length: 2:06
Written by: Christopher St. Victor, Parker Tolen, Quinton Gardner




Pressa - Dracula Lyrics
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[ Featuring Flipp Dinero ]

(Grrah, grrah, I'm in the studio with the SIG on me)

I used to try to hear them out, uh

I used to try to hear them out
It never really added up
They don't know I murder shit
Young nigga from Canada
I get 'em gone for the free, free
Don't need to drop bags, nah
Stay with a demon like Dracula
I stay with a demon like Dracula
Got a quarter million in jewelry
And niggas ain't stainin' shit
He ain't come outside in two to four hours, we still wait for him
He seen niggas jump out the car but it's too late for him
That nigga Sizzlac dead plus he a rat, niggas still praisin' him
Every single Wass around me, it's time to buss down
I hang with Somali niggas, hoya a wuss now
Bitch, 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
These bullets lash out and push his head back Mr. Traphouse
He turn around we tear his back out
Three-hundred for a hunnid pounds of gas route (bitch)
Diamonds dancin', jewelry nasty back to Miami
Slatty in the taxi, brick the pantry
Wild boy in the wildly, in and out Camrys
Countin' mad cheese and countin' my niggas into the family

Count up the hunnids and go
I got no love, I can't f*ck with you niggas
I hop in the foreign, I'm pushin' the limit
My cup a lil' muddy, I'm sippin' on tinted
My niggas with me they know
Pressa gon' flip if the foreign ain't rented
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 niggas that's outside, run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side, front the 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 shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact
There was the days I was stuck in the back
Pocket was empty I move for the check
Pocket was empty I flexed up the racks
I hit the stages and they cut me a check
Now she wanna f*ck me 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
I got my niggas that's outside, run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side, front the 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 shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact, ayy
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(Grrah, grrah, I'm in the studio with the SIG on me)

I used to try to hear them out, uh

I used to try to hear them out
It never really added up
They don't know I murder shit
Young nigga from Canada
I get 'em gone for the free, free
Don't need to drop bags, nah
Stay with a demon like Dracula
I stay with a demon like Dracula
Got a quarter million in jewelry
And niggas ain't stainin' shit
He ain't come outside in two to four hours, we still wait for him
He seen niggas jump out the car but it's too late for him
That nigga Sizzlac dead plus he a rat, niggas still praisin' him
Every single Wass around me, it's time to buss down
I hang with Somali niggas, hoya a wuss now
Bitch, 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
These bullets lash out and push his head back Mr. Traphouse
He turn around we tear his back out
Three-hundred for a hunnid pounds of gas route (bitch)
Diamonds dancin', jewelry nasty back to Miami
Slatty in the taxi, brick the pantry
Wild boy in the wildly, in and out Camrys
Countin' mad cheese and countin' my niggas into the family

Count up the hunnids and go
I got no love, I can't f*ck with you niggas
I hop in the foreign, I'm pushin' the limit
My cup a lil' muddy, I'm sippin' on tinted
My niggas with me they know
Pressa gon' flip if the foreign ain't rented
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 niggas that's outside, run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side, front the 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 shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact
There was the days I was stuck in the back
Pocket was empty I move for the check
Pocket was empty I flexed up the racks
I hit the stages and they cut me a check
Now she wanna f*ck me 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
I got my niggas that's outside, run a mission we did it in no time
I got my goon from the north side, front the 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 shit back
Pull up on Haitians my niggas'll get you I don't gotta say that shit been a fact, ayy
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Writer: Christopher St. Victor, Parker Tolen, Quinton Gardner
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