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drag-on - swerve mylane lyrics

ya……..

yeahhhhhhhhh

yeeeahhhh

yea

[verse 1]
people say drag
you dont ever do uh feature
prolly cuz these n-gg-s ain’t worthy
and they ain’t workin
neither
puttem on the sole of my sneaker
i wrote deeper
he dont want no beefin..
i can tell by his weight he a vegan
i sharpen the knife
an that sh-t cut deeper
six hours nine
and i lit that reef up
i knew i was hook
and i told my teacher
n-gg- f-ck that book
take a look at my beeper
then walk outta cl-sss

neva look back an
im cookin that crack
got they all in my bookbag
im movin in packs
now im moving them birds
and they uber it back
just like that

i dont really care bout no m-th-f-cking
rapper wit the clip up in the clap up
an i flip another pack
bought a new coupe
painted all blue
made it drip like that….

none of yall n-gg-s ain’t built like draggg

lil n-gg- witta wheel gotta cure for that bag

i dont care if its friend or foe
if it get too close
let this thing dont go
put his body where da wind dont blow
so dey dont know
throw da rest out da window
people wonder why i bend and blow
bend and grow
had to get low
wit da locs
came back
had to switch my flow
cu dey get my flow
but
i ain’t even trip
i let-t go

[hook]
traiters switchin sides on em
hatas wanna plot on em

but i swerve my lane
an dey heard my name
now dey got they eyes on em
gotta gotta
get this money money money
gotta gotta
get it
gotta gotta
get this money money money
gotta gotta
get it

traiters switchin sides on em
now dey got they eyes on em

[verse 2]
drag to the dash came back
everybody want the crown but they can’t claim that
when im comin thru ya town
tole the homie brang that
even though its all law just because
erbody might not f-ck witta cuz
gotta f-ck n-gg-s up
sixteen in da whip
another forty in da truck like woah
swervin in tha range
switchin lanes like what
made it this far the homie can’t give up
member when ya n-gg-s was anti draggzzz
an now i give a pound but
i dont give uh f-ck
calld all da goons an i rounded it up
and i gotta chick for da pound inner b-tt
she ont even weigh dat much….
threw up on the greyhound bus
lets go
happy when she made a touchdown like
woah
we dont even pay that much…
she more loyal than n-gg-s
yall n-gg-s prey too much
yall get around them feds
and yall n-gg-s say too much
thats why
when i put dat bread on ya head
they ain’t gotta pay too much
like…

[hook]
traiters switchin sides on em
hatas wanna plot on em

but i swerve my lane
an dey heard my name
now dey got they eyes on em
gotta gotta
get this money money money
gotta gotta
get it
gotta gotta
get this money money money
gotta gotta
get it

traiters switchin sides on em
now dey got they eyes on em……………

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