paroles de chanson Dracula - Thorb

Hey guys, it's me, Thorb
Um, insert adlib here
(Swear to God)
Okay, okay good
Um, one more thing though
Who I gotta kill to get some money in this bitch, I gotta go

Out of my way for the paper and jewelry I never cater to foolery
I'm bout to kill everybody that look at me
Prolly be writing they eulogy, what could they do to me
Never be moving me
I'm bout to be in this bitch for a minute they better get used to me
Why they be talkin so loud on the internet
Now they aloof to me
I got ya bitch in the back of the van
She tryna get in my pants
She bout to get an advance
Prolly for doin a dance
Way she be stroking the shit man I swear that her Armstrong like Lance
She get like 10 of the bands
I'm just gon' sit in the whip while I'm feelin like Ricky Bobby
I don't know what to do with my hands, got me like hmm

Back it up back it up back it up
(Back it up)
Back it up back it up back it up
(Woah)
I leave the spot with a couple of tings suckin' my thing like Dracula
Back it and back it again
I'm bout to hit it again
Tellin' her people she done wit it now
And I got her like Brittney cause oops she did it again
Hmm back it up back it up back it up
(Back it up)
Back it up back it up back it up
(Woah)
I leave the spot with a couple of tings suckin' my thing like Dracula
Back it and back it again
I'm bout to hit it again
Tellin' her people she done wit it now
And I got her like Brittney cause oops she did it again hmm

All of this fuckin is getting me tired
I like the bitches that call me a liar
Never would call her my boo or my baby, no
(Not even if there's a fire)
Ooh, what do I do
Never want one unless I get two
Another one done I'm back on my move
And ya know what they say though, shooters shoot
Now they be clapping they backin' it up for the rappin'
I really be makin it happen, I'm tied of capping
I'm tired of laughing, I'm tired of everyone dirty when mackin'
I'm tired of snappin' on everything, everyone
Everyone better be back in the past and
I'll just be chillin with bitches that lookin like Jackie n Mila
Feelin like Ashton, got em like hmm

Back it up back it up back it up
(Back it up)
Back it up back it up back it up
(Woah)
I leave the spot with a couple of tings suckin' my thing like Dracula
Back it and back it again
I'm bout to hit it again
Tellin' her people she done wit it now
And I got her like Brittney cause oops she did it again
Hmm back it up back it up back it up
(Back it up)
Back it up back it up back it up
(Woah)
I leave the spot with a couple of tings suckin' my thing like Dracula
Back it and back it again
I'm bout to hit it again
Tellin' her people she done wit it now
And I got her like Brittney cause oops she did it again

Now she be hitting my phone, alright
Rather be sitting at home, alright
She be like Thorb
I'm bout to hop in the whip with a couple of bitches
And prolly be giving you dome, alright
Better than bein alone, alright
I'm bout to call up the gang, we bouta bang
Ima just get in my zone, alright
But there's a problem at hand
I'll prolly give ha the bands
She said I know you a rapper n damn
Why the fuck you thinkin you get a chance
Those were the plans
You think I'm new, lil bitch I'm the man
Lemme just button my pants
Shit n to think I would gather my boys for the night n go take ya to France, haa

Hmm back it up back it up back it up
(Back it up)
Back it up back it up back it up
(Woah)
I leave the spot with a couple of tings suckin' my thing like Dracula
Back it and back it again
I'm bout to hit it again
Tellin' her people she done wit it now
And I got her like Brittney cause oops she did it again
Hmm back it up back it up back it up
(Back it up)
Back it up back it up back it up
(Woah)
I leave the spot with a couple of tings suckin' my thing like Dracula
Back it and back it again
I'm bout to hit it again
Tellin' her people she done wit it now
And I got her like Brittney cause oops she did it again hmm