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Drag-On - Here We Go lyrics
Uhh, yeah, uhh Drag-on, e-v-e Bronx style q, uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh Yeah, what, yeah, yo , yo [drag-on] I'ma pop them guns, hit them niggas up Switch that buggy drag, get that bigger truck Watch drag split a nigga like he split his dutch And if y'all love him much let me see y'all dig him up Cop that benz then dip them rims Wait till money leave then tell her hop right in See the buggy no tense see something Beats thumping pump stuff in the trunk and If worse come to worse i'm gone and for good So first things first get my moms out the hood Front when you see the face, and you see me everyday That's okay drag brought too many bullets anyway Look y'all the sunday, that means its football While when i picked the gunplay, y'all niggas picked the runnin play All you do is run in late, double r last long E to the v e with the drag to the dash on Chorus 2x: p killer trackz Here we go, doin our thing again Climbin them charts again Stoppin your flow... (y'all niggas isn't makin no money) [eve] Yo shorty flip this game, bitches aint the same Surface ride or die, now you never hear they name Cuz e-v-e got it locked down tight Bitches ball, watch em fall, made it mine for life Killin it with drag-on i mean dash on Y'all niggas complain while we get this cash on Get our blast on and mash on anyone tryin Too late luck turned bad you left dyin And i got no fear, fuck it don't care Know my niggas then you know that we gon blast in the air Weak shots, not, change you for block Stop game no pain down from the dock Take out who, invincible crew Got niggas that don't even hang with us with tattoos Most influential, nigga please who sent you Smells like enemy, take you out it's essential Chorus 2x [drag-on] Yo, yo, i got bullets to give to ya And a fast way to send em to ya You might not be able to live with that or give it back Hold it for now, ayo eve i'm holdin you down Cuz they know our pockets is swollen now, it's over for the clowns [eve] Ayo crazy if they think we, lazy got the bankin Us all stop that, maybe leave em stankin Bitch of the litter and, how you gon rid of her Never shy, speak to the public after we hit em up [drag-on] Drag'll come through your town, sunroof down Guns is packed with rounds, drag aint stupid now I'm smart, but y'all can get the dumb dumbs in a lump sum Cuz you know they all come when run come [eve] Ayo ride shotgun crowds scream how come Cops lay chest plate blown outcome How you gon try snatch our fame without none Muzzled mouth lights knocked out we 'bout done Chorus 4x |
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