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Spit These Bars Lyrics

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Drag On : Spit These Bars Lyrics

Songwriters: Smalls, Mel Jason; Dean, Kaseem; Gomez, Michael A;

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Double R, right now
We ain't playin' wit y'all
We ain't playin' wit y'all
Stop playin', Drag

Ayo, I spit these bars to make ya head shake
Fuck bitches 'til the bed break
Let's see how much lead you can take
Never let a nigga pay for what I give away

We can all share, clip to my waist it's all spare
So run, dammit, run when I bust my gun
I miss none, put y'all in critical condition
I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches
Or layin' niggas down, Drag bust the most rounds

While y'all niggas dibble and dabble
The shit I pull up wit, it'll feel like it grabs you
We ain't fuckin' I had you
Shit I know Drag'll be glad to if I had to

Soon as she in the bathroom, I'm in her ass too
Gotta six shot shooter that'll pop through ya
Glock ruger in case I call my block movers
State troopers on my ass

Shit, let me see them touch 160 on the dash
My Z look pretty when it's fast
I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass
And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas

The opposite of H2O, wanna be a hero when the fires on
Y'all won't even see ya moms
Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs
Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone
In case of a fire never take the elevator
Walk 2 flights, hold ya breath and take the steps

Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha?

Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this/
Yes, they do run this mutha

Ayo, I only fuck bitches that's flexible
Ankle touch neck sex incredible
When Drag about to spark cats
Ain't no bargin' wit that

When my gun spit it say "Where the target at?"
'Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat
So let me walk that walk
'Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk

That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nike, stay wit those
Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe
I leave blood stains on sponges
Cum stains on comforters, I leave rooms foggy

'Til where y'all can't find me, keep a bad mami
Twisting up the green scent
Like tangerine face out of a magazine like ebony
On the block I pump the ivory

Never pay for show, I only fuck wit those that never ate before
That means no food, no cars and just skip bail
The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale
The blow you only know about is the air outside

I have nightmares before I sleep, I pray y'all fry
For a pie I lay out guys
'Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser
Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers

Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures
Never chase treasures, flame niggas for pleasure
Red/Gold vest bullets go through tef
Got better double R, 2 letter, nigga

Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

Do my ladies run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my ballers run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha

Do my mamis run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha
Do my dogs run this?
Yes, they do run this mutha