Drag On

Drag On - Spit These Bars lyrics

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Double R
 Right Now
 We ain't playin' wit y'all
 We ain't playin' wit y'all
 Stop playin' Drag

 (Verse 1) Drag On
 A yo I spit these bars to make ya head shake
 Fuck bitches 'til the bed break
 Let's see how much lead you can take
 Never let a nigga pay for what I give away
 We can all share
 Clip to my waist it's all spare
 So run dammit  run
 When I bust my gun
 I miss none
 Put y'all in critical condition
 I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches
 Or layin' niggas down
 Drag bust the most rounds
 While y'all niggas dibble and dabble
 The shit I pull up wit
 It'll feel like it grabs you
 We ain't fuckin' I had you
 Shit I know Drag'll be glad to
 If I had to
 Soon as she in the bathroom
 I'm in her ass too
 Gotta six shot shooter
 That'll pop thru ya
 Glock ruger
 In case I call my block movers
 State troopers on my ass
 Shit let me see them touch 160 on the dash
 My Z look pretty when it's fast
 I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass
 And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas
 The opposite of H2O
 Wanna be a hero
 When the fires on
 Y'all won't even see ya moms
 Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs
 Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone
 In case of a fire never take the elevator
 Walk 2 flights hold ya breath and take the steps (Uhh)

 (Hook)-Swizz Beats
 Do my ladies run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
 Do my ballers run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
 Do my mamis run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
 Do my dogs run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh

 (Verse 2)-Drag-On
 A-yo I only fuck bitches that's flexible
 Ankle touch neck sex incredible
 When Drag about to spark cats
 Ain't no bargin wit that
 When my gun spit it say "Where The Target At?"
 Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat
 So let me walk that walk
 Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk
 That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nikes
 Stay wit those
 Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe
 I leave blood stains on sponges
 Cum stains on comforters
 I leave rooms foggy
 'Til where y'all can't find me
 Keep a bad mami
 Twisting up the green scent
 Like tangerine face out of a magazine
 Like ebony
 On the block I pump the ivory
 Never pay for show
 I only fuck wit those that never ate before
 That means no food, no cars and just skip bail
 The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale
 The blow you only know about is the air outside
 I have nightmares before I sleep I pray y'all fry
 For a pie I lay out guys
 Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser
 Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers
 Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures
 Never chase treasures
 Flame niggas for pleasure
 Red/Gold vest
 Bullets go thru tef
 Got better double R
 2 letter (Nigga)

 (Hook) 2x's
 Do my ladies run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
 Do my ballers run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
 Do my mamis run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
 Do my dogs run this uhh-huh
 Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruff Ryders, Interscope Records

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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