Down Bottom lyrics

Artist  : Drag-on 
Song : Down Bottom



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 Drag-On:
Ha, Ha, Ha
Oh, Damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is 
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag-on
Flame on
And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah
Verse 1
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops 
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my sh*t drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty 
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash 
Ya'll little niggas can't f**k wit Drag
Got the chain out 
So it's bust and grab
Nigga f**k that 
You better bust back
'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black 
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that 
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherf**ker pull out 
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at 
Nigga where the stash at 
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the as* at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
Toe to toe 
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I
told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Chorus
(Drag-on:) 
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Voices:) 
Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on:) 
Do you f**k them 'till they cum
(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on:) 
It's for the north (hey)
South (hey)
East (hey) 
West (hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the
best
(Repeat)
Verse 2
(Juvenile:)
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode 
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah
aight
 
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty as* niggas lookin' like
fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha 
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame
game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no
names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no
games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and
bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin
knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bit*h
I Ruff Ryde your as* then
Cashin' for money
Juve aint gettin nothin'
Ha, Ha, Ha that sh*t is funny
(Repat Chorus 2x)
Verse 3
(Drag-on:) 
When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
you better get the message cause I done mailed it
out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right 
this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder 
I never as* bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya'
We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if Drag is down on his last 
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype
Throw me his bit*h 
Bit*h come to my sh*t 
You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll make me so tired
Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know
my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots
Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint
never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name
you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I aint you
'fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana f**k watch out she will bang you
Cause I taught her well
Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin'
none ha
You want to f**k'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha
(Repeat chorus 4x)