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Ruff Ryders - Weed, Hoes, Dough - Featuring Drag-on Lyrics

  • Im pushin for the single yo, cmon
  • Yo lock the door, uh huh
  • Ya heard, uh, uh
  • Cmon, yeah
  • Yall 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 niggas pump iv
  • Im the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
  • Make them think the car drivin itself, and Im in the passenger seat
  • Signal lights, stashbox, a package of d
  • Drag dash, Im happy to be
  • On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me
  • I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
  • So I keep it on, dont never take my jacket off cuz my shit 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 dont make me bust a few nines
  • Dip the t t in polish watch the shoe shine
  • 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 yall is r & b singers
  • Chorus 2x:
  • Weed
  • Thats what we smokin up
  • Hoes
  • Thats what we pokin up
  • Dough
  • Thats what we foldin up
  • Thats all we know about
  • [verse 2]
  • I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
  • I got more *****es suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
  • I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs
  • I got more, blocks of raw while yall tryin to stop wars
  • Coward nigga lock your doors
  • Ill come through with the locksmith and pop it
  • With the glock 4 and show yall what a mouths for
  • I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
  • Cuz drag is real fair, its all real here
  • I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
  • Hit ten niggas Im 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 niggas, make niggas bleed
  • Fiends come to me my top rocks been asleep
  • Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
  • Now thats a foot left, you shouldnt have took that step
  • Chorus
  • [verse 3]
  • I know yall wish yall woulda, shoulda, coulda
  • Didda, getta, gotta, guns we ***** it then pop it
  • Make em holler and swallow
  • Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
  • Im not a stingy nigga, Ill let a nigga 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, nigga 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 dope
  • 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 cant do it
  • I went from muggin yall to payin niggas to do it
  • Its all the same stupid
  • I got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to pow
  • Wit my family, two rs, ryde or die
  • Chorus

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