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bela lugosi - millie preme lyrics

[intro]
yeah, woah
woah, yeah
yeah, yeah
vampire, vampire

[chorus]
vampire sh*t, like bela lugosi
b*tch she gonna know who i am (she gon know who i am)
she sucking my d*ck, she don’t even know me
fly like a young peter pan (like who)
big f*cking sticks, we look like the army
glock out the whole f*cking band (let’s go)
can’t even see me
you wanna meet me
b*tch i’m the mother f*cking man (yeah)

[verse 1]
new german whip
new german b*tch
i hit up dave for a new yurman wrist
i hit up harry, put tints on my sh*t
sprinkle some powder that sh*t like a brick (yea)
choppers, sticks, uzis, dracos
b*tch we got motha f*ckin’ techs (yeah)
yeah, my drip is too good for the met (what)
yeah, and i f*ck that b*tch get her wet
[bridge]
i’m like wet (wet)
wet, yeah (wet)
i f*ck that b*tch get her wet (ahhh)
yeah

[verse 2]
that b*tch fell in love way too quickly, yeah
my money stay greener than texts (let’s go)
he always be talking his sh*t, yeah
ever since the day we met, yeah
but he got no money to flex, yeah
so i’m gonna tell that p*ssy boy
i be rocking sets, yeah
i be rocking sets
i might have to check that boy up
if he trying to press, yeah
i might have to check that boy up
like it’s f*cking chess, yeah
wanna know what’s next?
yeah, wanna know what’s next?
vampire, vampire

[chrous]
vampire sh*t, like bela lugosi
b*tch she gonna know who i am
she sucking my d*ck
she don’t even know me
fly like a young peter pan (like who)
big f*cking sticks we look like the army
glock out the whole f*cking band (let’s go)
can’t even see me
you wanna meet me
b*tch i’m the mother f*cking man (yeah)
[verse 3]
c*c*c*coming alive, doctor frankenstein
feeling like colin clive
my b*tch and i sticking together, ride or die
b*tch we like bonnie and clyde
watch how i blow your whole house on my mother f*cking wrist
just cause i like how it slide
i don’t need rizz when i talk to your mother f*cking b*tch
i know that little b*tch gonna slide
choppers (choppers)
dracos (dracos)
i*i got more sticks then the army, yeah
how many sticks i got on me, yeah
purple my cup call it barney, yeah
purple my cup call it grimace, yeah
p*ssy and diamonds my wishlist, yeah (woah)
why that boy mad cause he b*tchless (he b*tchless)
i got twelve b*tches for christmas (yeah)
she*she giving that p*ssy away, yeah
i call that b*tch mother f*cking oprah, yeah
maybe i should call her d’oprah, yeah
the loud in her lungs always choke her, yeah
speaking about mother f*cking chokers, yeah
vivienne westwood my chain, yeah
nee*need that bad b*tch give me brain, yeah
don’t want your b*tch she a lame
i go insane
i just saw a baddie
told that b*tch, oh you a fly girl
she said, who is that
i said, that b*tch she my side girl
i just copped that brand new ghost
you trying to take a ride, girl?
i’m just trying to make you f*cking mine
for the night, girl
vampire, vampire
[chorus]
vampire sh*t, like bela lugosi
b*tch she gonna know who i am, yeah
she sucking my d*ck
she don’t even know me
fly like a young peter pan (like who)
big f*cking sticks we look like the army
glock out the whole f*cking band (let’s go)
can’t even see me
you wanna meet me
b*tch i’m the mother f*cking man (yeah)

[outro]
vampire, vampire
vampire, vampire, vampire
vampire, vampire
vampire, vampire, vampire
vampire, vampire

- millie preme lyrics

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