| The lyric of Call Me Drag On Drag On, Funkmaster Flex's song Funk Flex Ah this shit is ugly right here Be clear baby! Drag-OnRuff 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 quickpinch 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 vestwhich 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 ketchupextra Layin right next to Somebody doorstep messed upchest up Before this shit I was a rapper Cuz while my face was masked up Y all niggas was wrapped upact up! HOOK D-R-A-G dash O-N Call me Drag-On I m hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*} Who DatWho DatHow 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 Flexgo 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 Lookwhat the blood clotlove 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 Switch em like a pair of Timbs and never wear em again Me killin batty bwoymake him a ??? from a dred naughty boy You don t run around wit the shotty boy It s not a cause Let me seewhen they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder In the BX pumpin a lot of noise Funk Flex Blounce shout DJ TwinRockwilder Shut ya fuckin face Y all mean nothin to me! Y all ain t got it the way I fuckin got ityknahmean? Be clear! I m the king of this shit right here nigga! Fix your fuckin face! Matter fact peel your fuckin pocketBITCH!
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