Lyrics:
Real street nigga
This right here for the real street niggas
This right here
This right here for the real street niggas
Real street niggas
This right
Killy person
You dey drag ham you dey drag ham
You no dey show mercy
Ah sister blessing ogbo oja fun mercy
Ogbe mercy tribaye
Lofi mercy se sin
You dey
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
Bitch
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggas for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell
Po'-po'
Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your skin up
Drag scorch niggas for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell
Po'-po'
through the streets, like a bolt
Grippin' the wheel, never gone fold
Pedal to the metal, thats our sound
Kings of the road, we wearin the crown
Buckle up,
Drag is drivin'!
Just look at those cats arrivin'
Around about five for jivin';
Say, it's a real "hep" treat.
The rhythm it blares is tricky,
Drag is drivin'!
Just look at those cats arrivin'
Around about five for jivin';
Say, it's a real "hep" treat.
The rhythm it blares is tricky,
"Two-thousand-four, yeah L, whattup?"
"Prophesy"
"Yeah"
"It's prophesy baby"
Disciple, disciple (what?) disciple (street's)
Disciple
Chinchilla drag to the floor, chinchilla drag on a ho (drag on a ho)
Nights ain't get no sleep, got the money machine on the floor (that money ma', brrt)
I'ma thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fucking with me I'ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now I'ma do my thing
Like
let it ride
Cause that flame inside gon' burn out
Don't let it drag you down, drag you down
When I'm running cold in these streets
I'm bound to hit ya,
[Eve] (Drag-on)
Ugh (Come on, uh)
Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo (uh, uh)
[Eve]
Let's talk
When you sue me, you gon' be broke, you know
Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you,
When you sue me, you gon' be broke, you know
Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you,
Burn up that quarter mile
Just tuned my car, now she really peels
A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels
A Blue Coral wax job sure looks
drag
Coupe with the speed
Yes i be shining
Slugs on my teeth
Covered in diamonds
Kid from the street
She bending over
Clapping dem cheeks
Drippin aint
him
Cuz I know he gone snitch
He already did it he gone do it again
We gone shoot off ya chin
Can't find you we gone shoot at ya friends
You not a real
Burn up that quarter mile
Just tuned my car, now she really peels
A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels
A Blue Coral wax job sure looks
Burn up that quarter mile
Just tuned my car, now she really peels
A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels
A Blue Coral wax job sure looks
Now I'm the one who paid the bonds and all the lawyer fees
They gon' try to take advantage of your loyalty
Drag my name all through the dirt, they
Yeah You know, you know, you know, you know
All the highs in life gone come with a low
Yeah You know, you know, you know, you know
I'm gone drag
y'all to witness
Dark knight like batman no Terry McGinnis
(No McGinnis)
On sabbatical to heal
Now I'm back for real
23' I'm feeding the streets
(I'm
Pound Thug
Yeah I'm up
Gave her my Patek Phillipe and a band
She from the streets, so I feed her hand
Bitches gon fuck whoever
Gotta survive
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