DRAGONSLAYER

Original God Archives & BOY FROOT & Cherry Brown & KAY P & Yung Bambi - Rap, In English
DRAGONSLAYER
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[Intro: Yung Bambi] Original God Aye, aye, aye aye Listen [Verse 1: Yung Bambi] [?] There ain'no princess in my bed They don't call me no prince charming So I'ma just go go away, and go tie that noose on my neck And then tie that noose to the tree And then I'ma hang from the brush Blood dripping and blood in the sea [Chorus: Original God] Blade in my right hand Dragon slayer Just because she stole your heart You think you ate her Blade in my right hand Dragon slayer Just because she stole your heart You think you ate her I'm back cause I want it, shе's all that I wanted, ain't got that for frontin, the best thing that happеned to me, my princess, my wife, and my real Blade in my right hand Dragon slayer Just because she stole your heart You think you ate her [Verse 2: Cherry Brown] Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up 待ってみな Bling bling 光るマルテリア バックオーダーどうもガッカリできない 前にあげる片手はさ センクラバーするスタンダードじゃ ボムみたいとブローアート まだまだ勝利 良くなるただただ My party is great, so I give many hates なぜいるもんか 魔法少々 レインボーよりか それともロボット ミルルメローニー そしてもう一人 [?] [Chorus: Original God] Blade in my right hand Dragon slayer Just because she stole your heart You think you ate her Blade in my right hand Dragon slayer Just because she stole your heart You think you ate her I'm back cause I want it, she's all that I wanted, ain't got that for frontin, the best thing that happened to me, my princess, my wife, and my real Blade in my right hand Dragon slayer Just because she stole your heart You think you ate her [Verse 3: Kay P] I'm with the katanas, I'm fucking your mama, she on her knees, set me up proper I beat it up, I think she need a doctor Why all these niggas don't want me to prosper? You ain't in my roster, running your spot like I'm Conker I feel like I'm Sasuke with choppers I need a bopper I might just fly around and fucking dip on her like Ian Conner I never care about the bitch I just want my share, give me the riches I'm in the kitchen, just whipping the prick up Sipping on Henny straight and give me hiccups I'll pick your bitch up in FlorenceI I'm whipping Niggas just copy cause they see we different Boy you fictitious, Who is you? Get out of my face, I dismiss you I'm letting off missiles every time I drop a bar Your hoe on commit like my name Olimar My crew super smasher, she be thottin hard Niggas hatin, askin, how I got this far I ain't gotta tell them shit Pussy boy, it ain't your concern It don't even matter what you got I'm probably makin triple what you earned Bitch, just light the blunt and burn up I might just fuck the whole thing, curve her Red bottom Louboutins, that's murder I be off the drugs, they get me further I'm so high, I'm off this earth, bruh Lean got me twisted, right here cursin I need some hundreds for these verses Bitch, I ride Pigo, get the hearses, damn [Verse 4: Boy Froot] Find me flexin in the back Bitch, I'm dressin all black I'ma glow like a light Cash these checks and make em stack [?] [Outro: Boy Froot] Hell no, no, no, no, no, no, bitch No, no, no, no, no
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Credits
- Writers
- Cherry Brown
- Yung Bambi
- BOY FROOT
- KAY P