Top Songs By Drumma Boy
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Drumma Boy
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fat Wizza
Songwriter:in
Action Pack AP
Songwriter:in
Christopher J Gholson
Songwriter:in
Marcus Jones
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Drumma Boy
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Lyrics
We the ones put that shit on like cologne
We gotta let it be known
Ride wit them choppas til i make it home
I just gotta let it be known
One of kind i put that shit on
Reach for my chain I'm sending you home
I had yo bitch she grabbin on me
She was Pullin on me
She wouldn't leave me alone
A if it's smoke **** let it be known
I'm smoking exotic getting high as a drone
Young trap **** i put this shit on
Serve you beat and I'm outta there gone
Str8 out the A so I'm chunkin up fours
Told that ho bring her friend
Imma fuck on em both
My young **** go crab when i tell em to go
Str8 thru the back door sneak Dracs in my shows
Gotta let it be known when u repping this shit
He ain't from foot homes
We might step on his shit
Play wit em I'm might go do me a bid
Die bout these chains put that on my kid
Racks on me got cheese
Gotta let it be known who having the motion
Might dog yo bitch like fleas
These diamonds on flash just picture me motion
I didn't have a thang it broke my heart to know that i was broke
Now i got everything i told my ma we wasn't gone go broke no more
Now I'm might fuck yo ho bend her over make her touch her toes
These **** talk they got it but never got shit to show for it
Look at the scoreboard
They told me get that paper
Don't focus on no broke boys
Young **** like Karl Malone
All you ever do is post up
Down bad i knew you had it
And i still didn't ask for it
We the ones put that shit on like cologne
We gotta let it be known
Ride wit them choppas til i make it home
I just gotta let it be known
One of kind i put that shit on
Reach for my chain I'm sending you home
I had yo bitch she grabbin on me
She was Pullin on me
She wouldn't leave me alone
A if it's smoke **** let it be known
I'm smoking exotic getting high as a drone
Young trap **** i put this shit on
Serve you beat and I'm outta there gone
Str8 out the A so I'm chunkin up fours
Told that ho bring her friend
Imma fuck on em both
My young **** go crab when i tell em to go
Str8 thru the back door sneak Dracs in my shows
Drop outta school i went str8 to the block
This shit str8 off the trap i ain't punching a clock
I used to fuck wit em now i want em dead
Cuz he fuck wit the opp
A i got a thirty equipped wit a glock
I got a sixty up in this AR
I let my young **** spin on ya block
I got ice on but this hoe still wanna fuck cuz a young **** hot
Hunnid some shots we got sticks in this car
Supplying my hood it's never a drought
They get hit wit a bond then I'm bailing em out
How ya say that it's smoke and you never be out
Fuck on that ho then I'm putting her out
She no the routine she gotta go
Poppin my shit **** all cross the globe
If he hating then i proly fucked on his ho
**** let it be known you hating bout that ho
These bitches choose us break em down like some dope
Fourty four hunnid my coat **** we smoke out the bow
I got them racks on me nah
I'm the type gone let it show
**** gone know i ain't broke
My lil **** and nem be ready to crash
When it come down to action pack shot off and go
We the ones put that shit on like cologne
We gotta let it be known
Ride wit them choppas til i make it home
I just gotta let it be known
One of kind i put that shit on
Reach for my chain I'm sending you home
I had yo bitch she grabbin on me
She was Pullin on me
She wouldn't leave me alone
A if it's smoke **** let it be known
I'm smoking exotic getting high as a drone
Young trap **** i put this shit on
Serve you beat and I'm outta there gone
Str8 out the A so I'm chunkin up fours
Told that ho bring her friend
Imma fuck on em both
My young **** go crab when i tell em to go
Str8 thru the back door sneak Dracs in my shows
Written by: Action Pack AP, Christopher J Gholson, Fat Wizza, Marcus Jones
