Rap Dragon

I got all kinda names nigga

Bitch ima star
I'm what they been missing
Meghan the stallion
I'm hot in the kitchen
I got a lil bag
And switched up the swag
Costume designer and luie the bag
I dropped a freestyle
Now niggas is mad
You can not compete
Boy yo mixtape is trash
Oh and here's the tea
Nun of these niggas are better than me
I got the drip, making it bounce
They do not live what they talking about
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Get all that dick out yo mouth (Bhaw)
Came in the game with my foot on they neck
Tell promoters to run me my check
Dropped "fake it to make it" ain't finished em' yet
A lot of wack rappers I didn't forget
I murder the booth I might catch me a charge
Hannable lecture I'm playing the part
Eat a wack rapper, want blood on the beat?
You dropped you new music it put me to sleep
Keep some designer fresh forces on my feet
I gained a lil weight, I told you I eat
Want big boy meals, can keep the lil snack
I snap on a beat, my verses is packed
No Facebook gangsta no twitter intact
You sending them shot and I'm sending em back
No Facebook gangsta no twitter intact
You sending them shots and I'm sending em' back

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the lord my soul to take
Uuuh I am the rap dragon
And this is my passion
Kept pushing my pen
Promoting my music while niggas was laughing
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the lord my soul to take
Uuuh I am the rap dragon
And this is my passion
Kept pushing my pen
Promoting my music while niggas was laughing



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Parks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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