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Nexx Chapter – Draped Up lyrics
[Feat. Marka]
[Verse 1: T]
Man I'm draped up, draped up
Og kush baked up
Bitches in the crib reapplying all they make-up
I laugh it off cause groupie love is so expected
Facebook requests, ugly ones stay rejected
My girl is on my back because your girl is on her back
She tell me she can sing and I tell her we can make a track
Was that predictable? My heart ain't really fixable
Currently I am running this bitch like I'm the principal
And yeah I sing babeh, tonight I'm going in
You like to drink babeh? Moet is flowing in (uh)
So two more bottles just to celebrate
I don't fuck with you, if you coming off as hella fake
Hit this chick Bella, s** was hella great
Easy Bake bitch, yeah hella cake
I sleep a lot so my dreams are what I live
And I'm faded babeh you know what it is...
[Hook: Marka]
I got Gucci on the belt, Prada on my feet
Burberry on my body, ain't no one as hot as me
Cause I'm draped up, draped up to dip out
Draped, draped up, draped up to dip out
Big bands just to blow it, I got money I'm a show it
So every time you look at me y'all know it
I'm a be draped up, draped up to dip out
Draped, draped up... Draped up, draped up
[Verse 2: Gabi]
Caked up, draped up, and taped up but that's a given
Nigga I got too much class and you can't even get three credits (haa)
Soon enough I'll need a personal mechanic and technician
So you hate cause you ain't got what it takes to be in my position
I know you wish you had all these groupies in twos man
But I'm making all this music cause I know that you can't
See my bro and I, living in the studio
Catch us red handed making killings at the studio
Bitch I'm on Aladdin's magic carpet getting high with no regard and
You wouldn't know cause Prada shades conceal me to fakeaholics
Armani to switch it up, Polo pj's, Green Bay slippers, and Patron to fill
Me up, swear I can never get enough
Man I'm hooked on this life like I bait myself
Celebrating every night cause I can't escape myself
I could robbery your chick and ya bitch ass won't pursue me
Cause like begginers art class, you could trace but never do me (do me)
[Hook:]
[Verse 1: T]
Man I'm draped up, draped up
Og kush baked up
Bitches in the crib reapplying all they make-up
I laugh it off cause groupie love is so expected
Facebook requests, ugly ones stay rejected
My girl is on my back because your girl is on her back
She tell me she can sing and I tell her we can make a track
Was that predictable? My heart ain't really fixable
Currently I am running this bitch like I'm the principal
And yeah I sing babeh, tonight I'm going in
You like to drink babeh? Moet is flowing in (uh)
So two more bottles just to celebrate
I don't fuck with you, if you coming off as hella fake
Hit this chick Bella, s** was hella great
Easy Bake bitch, yeah hella cake
I sleep a lot so my dreams are what I live
And I'm faded babeh you know what it is...
[Hook: Marka]
I got Gucci on the belt, Prada on my feet
Burberry on my body, ain't no one as hot as me
Cause I'm draped up, draped up to dip out
Draped, draped up, draped up to dip out
Big bands just to blow it, I got money I'm a show it
So every time you look at me y'all know it
I'm a be draped up, draped up to dip out
Draped, draped up... Draped up, draped up
[Verse 2: Gabi]
Caked up, draped up, and taped up but that's a given
Nigga I got too much class and you can't even get three credits (haa)
Soon enough I'll need a personal mechanic and technician
So you hate cause you ain't got what it takes to be in my position
I know you wish you had all these groupies in twos man
But I'm making all this music cause I know that you can't
See my bro and I, living in the studio
Catch us red handed making killings at the studio
Bitch I'm on Aladdin's magic carpet getting high with no regard and
You wouldn't know cause Prada shades conceal me to fakeaholics
Armani to switch it up, Polo pj's, Green Bay slippers, and Patron to fill
Me up, swear I can never get enough
Man I'm hooked on this life like I bait myself
Celebrating every night cause I can't escape myself
I could robbery your chick and ya bitch ass won't pursue me
Cause like begginers art class, you could trace but never do me (do me)
[Hook:]
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