Correction Lyrics Drag ’Em by Gudda Gudda

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Young Money, Gudda Gudda
Let's get it!

You know that yopper yop, it really yop
And when your body drop, I skip and hop (Hop)
Red laser beam (Yeah), put your face on beam (Yeah)
All this syrup, all these trees, call me maple leaf
Hollygrove, n***a, solid gold, n***a
Ice, ice, baby chilling, hockey froze, n***a
Play your role, n***a, play your role, b*t*hes
I'm in the ceiling looking like a pot of gold, b*t*hes
You know that yopper yop (Yeah), it really yop (Yeah)
I got he street sweeper (Yeah), and need a mop (Need a mug)
I'm not a peacekeeper (No), I'm really not (Yeah, yеah)
I told a heat seeker, it's getting hot (Yеah)

New baguettes is on my neck, it's from the goat what you expect, woah
I ain't fly cripping but I'm fly, diamonds jet blue
Look at how we crept through, dollars like Creflo
I can let the TEC go, turn him to a vegetable
Mula game, next to blow up, here to ball, we said before
We about to set it, I install the blaze and set the fire
Pressure, that's what we applying
Add some more, make some diamonds
There's a time for everything and you can't time perfect timing
Coke from Medellin, you won’t find nothing purer
Now just steps on the brick, all white like the Fuhrer
Middle fingers up to the judge and the jury
If I ever gotta face 'em, do my time, don't make a statement
It's omerta up to the grave
My bro make sure all my kids gravy (That's right)
Young Money the army, better yet the navy
We gon' drag him from the river, dump his body in junkyards
With the note around his neck reading "b*t*h, you should've paid me"

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