a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

sir glenn lamar - drag lyrics

drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag
drag on ‘em
drag

b-tch needed new shoes
i bought ‘em
creepin’ and crawling
that old school impala
got new b-tches calling
don’t acknowledge
less that b-tch p-ssy gone profit
i’ll probably
skip the directions
tell that that hoe to follow this pimping
or don’t even bother
(drag on her)
mashed the gas, bent the corner
gripping her wheel
she can tell that i want her
foot to the floor
but she still riding 40, slowly
smoking loud while i’m rolling, posted
pistol close for the locust approaching
put the jackers on notice, i noticed
you can ride clean if you would just focus
‘stead of hating the slabs
back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back
do the math
riding over hand, ima let my top back
show a lil chest, wood leather in the rest
peanut b-tter don’t stick
sh-t match my outfit
you p-ssed, i’m lit
on my country n-gga sh-t
trunk filled with equipment
with the sonic equivalence
of tectonics’ shifting
beating down your block
knocking off pictures
got no choice but to feel this feeling
that’s a shout out to pimping (pimp c)
feel like an underground king (og)
don’t touch my whip when i dip (hands free)
better be here when i leave (keys please)
hitting them switches i lean
in my white tee i’m clean
dripping this paint
while i drag through the scene
whipping and gripping this grain
lit as sh-t, but i’m still in my lane
they like

d-mn your ride look clean
big boy whip look like a rocket
d-mn your grill look mean
bend them corners speakers knocking
riding on them thangs
candy paint dripping and dropping
tell security don’t touch it
better watch it when i park it now

drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
(shawty)

you know i gotta drag
out the mud so you know i gotta brag
if you hop in the back n-gga
you betta’ know how to act n-gga
bet not drop no f-ckin’ ashes n-gga
if you riding’ better p-ss it n-gga
gotta fake it til’ i make it
i wanna stunt now i ain’t got no patience

still whip the ole’ 04′ ford
real live only sh-t i could afford
four door get a n-gga where i’m goin’
so i gotta thank the lord
but she still sit on 24’s
still got the chrome kn-bs on the door
two 12’s in the back all facts (sh-t)
need i say more

inside peanut better no jelly
b-tch still sits pretty no ceilly
tints dark so the haters can’t see me
bad b-tch hang’ out the roof ceilings
type of sh-t to have a hater in they feelings

whole time i’m focused on bigger things
n-gga got bigger dreams
tryna find better means
find out exactly what better means

until then we makin’ scenes (huh)
til’ we flee the scene (huh)
i don’t care if i’m seen (huh)
real n-ggas know what i mean!

drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
drag on ‘em, drag on ’em
(shawty)

- sir glenn lamar lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS