- ****, Hoes, Dough 歌词 Drag On Ruff Ryders
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- Ruff Ryders ****, Hoes, Dough 歌词
- Drag On Ruff Ryders
- I'm pu*******n for the single yo, c'mon
Yo lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon, yeah
Y'all know who it is, or should
I say what it is
Uh, uh [Verse 1]
All Drag do is ***** *****es, and drain his body
Kickin *****es out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A *****'ll never get me pump,
I make *****s pump
IV I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and
I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of
D Drag dash,
I'm happy to be
On, this rap *******t is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my *******t be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the T
T in polish watch the shoe *******ne
Slip in the
Tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of y'all is
R & B singers
CHORUS 2X:
***** That's what we smokin up
HOES That's what we pokin up
DOUGH That's what we foldin up
That's all we know about [Verse 2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
I got more *****es suckin *****, than *****s smokin niks
I got more *******t up in my whip, than most *****s got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
Coward ***** lock your doors
I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels,
I mean wheelchair
Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten *****s
I'm tryin to see mils like
Billy Gates
Cuz me in
Philly rollin dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off *****es' weaves
Double R, pop *****s, make *****s bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step
CHORUS [Verse 3]
I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we **** it then pop it
Make 'em holler and swallow
*****s stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy *****,
I'll let a ***** have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, ***** must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the ****
Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to
London and back
Me change cuz
I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin y'all to payin *****s to do it
It's all the same stupid
I got cake on cake, cuz
I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two
R's, Ryde or
Die CHORUS
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