the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often Come on, burnin' niggas often They call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin' Keep the block roastin' Light a dutch wit the flames
Oh, damn now bop to this oh Yeah y'all know what this is Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah Me and my niggaz done licked
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggas often They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames
drink tea Now I hear him come up the driveway In his el camino With it's black with a red-flame firebird on front He keeps the keys to himself He won
with see thru holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Ja'causezi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speaking to this half black
Hear us prince of darkness Guide us to our dreams To hold the seven keys To rule the world beneath We crave the blackest love As we gaze on through
be the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often comma, burnin' niggaz often They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin' Keep the block roastin' light a dutch wit the flames
now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we sent deebo back to back to back We still be buildin' stacks and packs rollin through the blacks black
thy countenance: O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African! Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead) 13. The fiery limbs, the flaming
did not see ya either four corner reciever court order deleecher tech order me I'm bringing a caesar and a suicide note do I die low keys in the backseat
a youth I was laudering the stoop Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns and no
(feat. Yung Money) [Verse 1: Yung Money] Young man for president I probably paint the white house black if it was my residence Bush back in office some
riders You think you roll wit liars, you'll hear them 4's wit fire Listen lame, I'm insane, to this game, get this flame in ya brain Like "BANG BANG
as black as the impenetrable depths of the most stygian midnight sea. As I gazed into the obsidian heart of the gem, a needle of black light lanced forth
age of fire The morning star from the deepest night creature of ecstatic light The black order have opened the gate they who know keys and angles came
As the earth starts to shake The flames look secure Within all the chaos The fire sounds safe Like a voice from the sky The keys to hereafter The flaxen