Testi:
Drag On Bang Bang Boom

nails to her shoes (Come on) She bang bang boom! Got hips, got ass That'll make a nigga crash (Come on) She bang bang boom! [Verse 1: Drag-On] Know me

take you away on the wings of my Superfly Maybe we'll celebrate all the room in the sky Heaven knows we'll go boom boom boom Here I am and I'm waitin' on

wanna know, can Al get busy Honies wanna know, can Ill get busy I'll tell you now with the bang boom pow Don't sleep, on the deep type creep wit' me style

to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo' drag it out of ya, bring it on I smack him back

weed (Get with the program) (Just smoke that dank) We don't smoke that shit in the SFC [x4] [VERSE 1: Mr. Cee] 3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang It's 2 dark

jail when it comes to clockin every nickel You want static with the Fac, bring that ass on Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum' I gotta get on the

Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on

chillin down on the lower level waitin for my time to come with this fool a million styles maybe i just might make bond release me on my own ???? bak on

rough brother Word to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo' Drag it out of ya, bring it on