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Drag-On - Ladies 2000 lyrics
Uhh, my ladies, my ladies, uhh Hook: who made me burn all of my numbers to bitches, you do Who made me turn in early leave on my niggas, you do Who do all the cooking at night in the kitchen, you do Whoever say pussy don't talk to me, who do I love these hoes, yeah i love these hoes They make me do the things that i don't want to You know let's go [verse 1] I need a chick that when the drain clog, call me for plumbin Call my name when she cummin, feel my tip, touch tummies Split dutch, dump twenties Pat my back when i choke Don't ask for no totes til i say "oh you smoke?" I need a chick that gon drag for drag I mean she aint gotta be smart in math And see my stacks down the ave I went from jumpin cabs, to rottin with my niggas And hooprags, to the jags, no top, all glass And y'all chicks with long hair, take a seat right here So i can blow this wind through it and let my niggas see It's all here Pay for no hotels, i'm nuttin in the same chair Front or the rear or while i'm clutchin the gears I leave a chick sprung, i stop fuckin wit her She act like it aint nuttin to her it aint nuttin to me Long as i don't leave a nut in her Used to be rebellin til she heard on hot 97 Point uno but i still fuck wit you... Hook [verse 2] I spent alotta money on this mattress So i can't stand a chick that give me wack sex I just tell em they better go home and practice Cuz if you frontin well you one hell of an actress Tackle it, c'mon jump on it, throw your back in it Let me know it's deep enough for me to stash cracks in it And be realer she can beep when she come near me Keep the gun by me, don't let bullshit run by me And to my mamis, i speaks "ven aqui" they come runnin like Right now i don't care if they in they car they runnin lights Intellectual type, more freaky than a hundred dikes Armin her dogs but she got me like i don't wanna bite I don't feel like goin to the studio i don't wanna write Don't wanna fight, don't wanna fuck nobody else wife No frontin boo for real all i really want is you But you make me do things that i don't wanna do Hook [verse 3] Look at shorty with them things on, makin me feel like king kong That's why i keep a monkey on my arm when i'm playin donkey kong Petiteness, i love victoria, but aint no secret It don't take a man that's strong to move over them thongs Better yet, i'll even put it on, let me take care of this When i'm eatin chick, i eatin like wear this I love chicks with they braids pushed back That look like four racetracks, now chase that Cuz everybody wantin mine, taste of her tongue's like duncan hines Can't stand another brother humpin mine only we can bump and grind I don't care who was there before i laid there For now i play here, and if she want me too i shave there I'ma be around until there's gray hair, okay dear And i'ma get you these books from barnes and noble's wait here Then we can split shares Computers and street smarts, mine sharp as a dart While i'm climbin up the charts Hook 1.5x |
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