Weed Hoes Dough lyrics

Artist  : Drag On 
Song : Weed Hoes Dough



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I'm pushin 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 fuck bitches, and drain his
body



Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a
shottie



A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas 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 shit 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 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 don't 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 y'all is R & B
singers







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WEED



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 bitches 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 y'all tryin to
stop wars



Coward nigga 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 niggas 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 bitches' weaves



Double R, pop niggas, make niggas 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







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[Verse 3]



I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda,
coulda



Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop
it



Make 'em holler and swallow



Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket



I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll 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 can't do it



I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas 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