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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "Call Me Drag-On" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. Drag-On

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    [Funk Flex]
    Ah this shit is ugly right here
    Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders
    Shout out to Uncle Ray
    New York City are you fuckin ready?!!

    [Drag-On]
    We gon smoke trees like them legalize it
    Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick
    Seen? Long as it's Funkmaster Flex
    Me don't care if me flunk or pass the test
    The pump will take a chunk out ya chest
    Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test
    Read my basketball files
    They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls
    Clubs hand check us now
    Chicks hand fuck us now
    That's why niggas like fuck us now
    I tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missin
    So just lay down and audition for your mortician
    Make you give that cash up
    I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya
    Trust me them pits'll catch ya
    Make you spit up ketchup, extra
    Layin right next to
    Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up
    Before this shit I was a rapper
    'cause while my face was masked up
    Y'all niggas was wrapped up, act up!

    [HOOK]
    D-R-A-G dash O-N
    Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*}

    (Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)

    [Drag-On]
    You can see the tears in the eyes of men die
    You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry
    Seen? Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
    Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled
    I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call
    Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls
    Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ???
    Wanna see me on they period can't be seriously
    The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt
    And told him Drag-On and pass it on
    I'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty-a
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Mel Smalls, Raymond Grant, Richard Grant.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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