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Pressa - Dracula (Visualizer) ft. Flipp Dinero
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Pressa
Performer
Flipp Dinero
Flipp Dinero
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composer
Parker Tolen
Parker Tolen
Composer
Christopher St. Victor
Christopher St. Victor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Parker Tolen
Parker Tolen
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Grrah! Grrah! I'm in the studio with the cig on me I used to try to hear them out Uh I used to try to hear them out (hear), it never really added up (huh) They don't know I murder shit (murder), young nigga from Canada I get 'em gone for the free, free, don't need to drop bags, no Stay with a demon like Dracula, I stay with a demon like Dracula (Parker) Got a quarter million in jewelry (jewel), and niggas ain't stainin' shit He ain't come outside in two, four hours, we still waitin' 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 (huh?) Every single Wass around me has got a buss down I hang with Somali niggas, hoyatha 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 (yeah) These bullets lash out and push his head back, Mr. Trap House He turn around, we tear his back off Three-hunnid for a hunnid pounds of gas route (bitch) Diamonds dance, see, jewelry nasty, back to Miami (uh) Slatty in the taxi breakin' the pantry Wild boy in the wildly and in all tallys (count) Countin' mayor cheese and countin' my niggas into the family Count up the hundreds and go I got no love, I can't fuck with you niggas I hop in a foreign and push it to the limit My cup a lil' muddy, I'm sippin' on tinted My niggas with me, they know Pressa gon' flip up the foreign 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 they south side, run a mission, we did it in no time I got my goon from the north side, front a 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 it, that shit been a fact There was the days I was stuck in the back, pocket was empty, I move for the cheque Pocket was empty, I flexed with the racks, I hit the stages and they cut me a cheque Now she wanna fuck 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 at south side, run a mission, we did it in no time I got my goon from the north side, front a pack and he did it no co-sign Talk about, "Get it", you see how we living? 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 it, that shit been a fact, ayy
Writer(s): Christopher St. Victor, Parker Tolen, Quinton Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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