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letra de call me drag-on - drag-on - funkmaster flex

[funk flex]
ah this sh-t is ugly right here
be clear baby! drag-on, ruff ryders
shout out to uncle ray
new york city are you f-ckin 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 p-ss 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 f-ck us now
that’s why n-gg-s like f-ck us now
i tell a n-gg- 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 sh-t i was a rapper
’cause while my face was masked up
y’all n-gg-s 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 f-ck 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 d-cks to chicks that make them give they mom a call
cause i always stand tall like my brain was in my b-lls
look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ???
wanna see me on they period can’t be seriously
the last n-gg- that asked me my name i gave him a blunt
and told him drag-on and p-ss 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 bwoy, make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy
you don’t run around wit the shotty boy
it’s not a cause
let me see, when they comin who can stop a ruff ryder
in the bx pumpin’ a lot of noise

[funk flex]
blounce shout dj twin, rockwilder
shut ya f-ckin face
y’all mean nothin to me!
y’all ain’t got it the way i f-ckin got it, yknahmean?
be clear! i’m the king of this sh-t right here n-gg-!
fix your f-ckin face!
matter fact peel your f-ckin pocket, b-tch!

- funkmaster flex

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