Porchy — Drogon (Single 2020)
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Drogon (Single 2020) Porchy03:46
Текст песни: Drogon (Single 2020)
Drogon LyricsEvery time that I jump on a riddem I show growth Everyday do the most no boasts When I Pull up pull up I’m faded, jaded I make moves, I don’t post, I’m ghost I pattern up a ting and then I score it, pour it Grab my bredrins and toast Don’t deal with no booky boydem Any funny business have to get roast Okay now Its back to business Aggy sickness Jump on mic it’s like Astro physics The stars align when I get ambitious No bars decline when I’m acting vicious Can you deep it? He is not bad, don’t fucking believe it Pree it, sweep it, leave it Talking road but don’t breathe it We don’t roll with no idiots If it don’t make doh Count me out cah I’m not involved no cap If it don’t come from the soul Lеave it out cah I don’t listen to no crap Yeah I’m 30 yеars old i’m not on road I ain't trynna get stabbed But he is 30 years old and his still road Can’t afford his own pad What for? Is it clout? I see that you want more What for? The ego, is evil... Go show some love to your people See bro I don’t front I’m just peaceful I don’t preach on steeple I just rise in upheaval Got 2 sides I’m like Smegal Realise we are all equal Its intense when I flow I got bars I got smoke I don’t chill with no foes I catch vibes on my own If it’s shubz I don’t show I don’t friend I don’t bro In the booth its no joke I do my ting and go Doing up tracks in summerhouse Don’t do socials feeling so paramount Big doh locked in my eye sight Bill gates bank account yeah I want that ammout Every month jump on a airplane Most of my fam don’t know my whereabouts I’ve wasted my time in life If don’t leave nothing for my kids That’s hella foul So I gotta get that money Music money Every time I make a beat its money Need that big boy money Pent house money Guest house money Traveling money in a jet full of honeys When I pull up to the country Its fet where’s its sunny Always on my best never bummy Learn to step, say a prayer for the funny Owl labels not for fables They won’t see without the specs I wipe em off and turn the tables no one needs that fake respect You sound confused, who needs a favor? Your comfort zone you’ll never leave I work with pits, your flavors tamer You man are cold, but never freeze Even if you think you’re a God, don’t say that shit on the mic that’s blasphemy I hear you go skitz on a track But that ain’t psycho it come like plasticine I got a screw loose in my head one day I’m nice, next day it’s a bang your cheek I don’t want to hear no la la la, when the talk goes left and the scene goes light machine... It’s like flash, BOOM! Didn’t think a brother would attack, that’s cool No one knew, please don’t assume Run up in the booth, leave mics in tombs I might just leave a MC doomed Might go back to my old ways soon Nah fuck that you won’t see them moves I’m too swift to rass I can pree you fools Its intense when I flow I got bars I got smoke I don’t chill with no foes I catch vibes on my own If it’s shubz I don’t show I don’t friend I don’t bro In the booth its no joke I do my ting and go All my gang stay frozen We don’t need props we’re cold All my gang stay fresh now We don’t need props we’re blessed I just do whatever I’m feeling You should know I don’t give a fuck Fire for whatever the reason We could never run out if luck
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