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Draconis - Drag lyrics
[Verse 1]
 I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman
 Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut
 Leavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw up
 Can't even see straight, leanin like they need V8
 Nigga call a g eighth, jail I can't see me in
 A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in
 I run with niggas on the run from 25
 Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up
 Keep braggin about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens
 When I roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I'm in
 Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps
 With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose
 I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out
 Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth
 Leave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals on
 Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks
 See I spit hard cuz I know that's what y'all want
 Y'all aint said it first, I'm droppin with a odor out my trunk
 Now what the hell is that, you smell that?
 All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back
 Like I'm fishtailin a Ac
 And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics
 But nigga don't compare, stop talkin and come here
 You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring that
 I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga
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 Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound
 Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground
 Drag dash On the fire is real
 We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel
 You don't sound like us, get down like usDraconis - Drag - http://motolyrics.com/draconis/drag-lyrics.html
 Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
 Til I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
 Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine
 [Verse 2]
 I don't sound close to niggas, niggas runnin around
 Rollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggas
 When I put the toast to niggas
 Let me see y'all niggas run, cuz when I tote float niggas
 And deep throat niggas
 Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
 I'm the real reason why niggas rush the border
 They dont plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
 So I can speak words to tease em, and mislead em
 To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs
 Fuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of love
 Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw!
 I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars
 So fuck y'all cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
 I'm fire so y'all could never be no macks
 Last nigga touched that couldn't get his skin back
 Came in in all white, left out in all black
 When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
 So when you feel a burnin sensation, know it's clock time
 You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
 9 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shells
 Pick em up, throw em right at myself
 Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell
 Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike
 And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike
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