[Funk Flex]
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Ah this shit is ugly right here
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Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders
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Shout out to Uncle Ray
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New York City are you fuckin ready?!!
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[Drag-On]
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We gon smoke trees like them legalize it
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Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick
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Seen? Long as it's Funkmaster Flex
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Me don't care if me flunk or pass the test
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The pump will take a chunk out ya chest
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Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test
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Read my basketball files
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They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls
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Clubs hand check us now
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Chicks hand fuck us now
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That's why niggas like fuck us now
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I tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missin
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So just lay down and audition for your mortician
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Make you give that cash up
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I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya
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Trust me them pits'll catch ya
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Make you spit up ketchup, extra
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Layin right next to
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Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up
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Before this shit I was a rapper
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Cuz while my face was masked up
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Y'all niggas was wrapped up, act up!
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[HOOK]
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D-R-A-G dash O-N
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Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*}
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(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)
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[Drag-On]
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You can see the tears in the eyes of men die
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You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry
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Seen? Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
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Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled
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I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call
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Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls
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Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ???
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Wanna see me on they period can't be seriously
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The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt
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And told him Drag-On and pass it on
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I'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty
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Switch 'em like a pair of Timbs and never wear 'em again
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Me killin batty bwoy, make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy
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You don't run around wit the shotty boy
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It's not a cause
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Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder
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In the BX pumpin' a lot of noise
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[Funk Flex]
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Blounce shout DJ Twin, Rockwilder
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Shut ya fuckin face
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Y'all mean nothin to me!
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Y'all ain't got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean?
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Be clear! I'm the king of this shit right here nigga!
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Fix your fuckin face!
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Matter fact peel your fuckin pocket, BITCH!
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Call Me Drag-On - Drag-On
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| Funkmaster Flex |
