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THE LYRIC OF CALL ME DRAG ON DRAG ON , FUNKMASTER FLEX'S SONG

 

 

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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