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ruff ryders - weed, hoes, dough - featuring drag-on lyrics

i’m pushin for the single yo, c’mon
yo lock the door, uh huh
ya heard, uh, uh
c’mon, yeah
y’all know who it is, or should i say what it is
uh, uh

[verse 1]
all drag do is f-ck b-tches, and drain his body
kickin b-tches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
a b-tch’ll never get me pump, i make n-gg-s pump iv
i’m the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
make them think the car drivin itself, and i’m in the p-ssenger seat
signal lights, stashbox, a package of d
drag dash, i’m happy to be
on, this rap sh-t is like a jacket to me
i wear it with cracks in my sleeves
so i keep it on, don’t never take my jacket off ’cause my sh-t be gone
what are you, lost your mind?
it took my time to cut these dimes
so i could dump drug a few minds, so don’t make me bust a few nines
dip the t t in polish watch the shoe shine
slip in the tunnel with a banger in my bootline
all it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
double r is hard, the rest of y’all is r & b singers

chorus 2x:
weed
that’s what we smokin up
hoes
that’s what we pokin up
dough
that’s what we foldin up
that’s all we know about

[verse 2]
i got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
i got more b-tches suckin d-ck, than n-gg-s smokin niks
i got more sh-t up in my whip, than most n-gg-s got in cribs
i got more, blocks of raw while y’all tryin to stop wars
coward n-gg- lock your doors
i’ll come through with the locksmith and pop it
with the glock 4 and show y’all what a mouth’s for
i got black steel, blue steel, wheels, i mean wheelchair
’cause drag is real fair, it’s all real here
i own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
hit ten n-gg-s i’m tryin to see mils like billy gates
’cause me in philly rollin dutches
me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off b-tches’ weaves
double r, pop n-gg-s, make n-gg-s bleed
fiends come to me my top rock’s been asleep
seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
now that’s a foot left, you shouldn’t have took that step

chorus

[verse 3]
i know y’all wish y’all woulda, shoulda, coulda
didda, getta, gotta, guns we c-ck it then pop it
make ’em holler and swallow
n-gg-s stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
i’m not a stingy n-gg-, i’ll let a n-gg- have it
hate chips that go away, lookin like white c-ke
sit in the sun long, come back like french toast
hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
used to frown, now you smile, n-gg- must have left you now
went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
went from keys to the c-ke, went from c-ke to the dope
went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
went from slums to the stats, been to london and back
me change ’cause i rap, i can’t do it
i went from muggin y’all to payin n-gg-s to do it
it’s all the same stupid
i got cake on cake, ’cause i went from pow to pow
wit my family, two r’s, ryde or die

chorus

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