Young Dro - Take Em Out lyrics

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Young Dro - Take Em Out lyrics

b**h I'm in here like a burglary Slicker than some turpentine Iron chrome 9 , make a n***a' bleed burgundy I'm so well rounded f** a square I sell circle keys Put me in the booth and I'll go off on a Fergie beat! Ciroc Boy got these b**hes drunk like they on Bourbon Street. x2 I represent Mechanicsville What you know bout 30 deep Fed's come in search n leave ,they punchin' me ,they searchin' me Judge say I'm lyin' so he hit me with that perjury Quater cut ;fur on me Lion skin burban seats My snappers are Irish Get kilt and they k**ed , perfectly I am dish detergent clean Women's try to purchase me b**hes s** in dick and swallow nut like its sh** a courtesy Animal -all off- your face will get mulled off Play with me in front of my dogs and they will get called off This is unforgettable flow See your b**h in traffic and snatch her up cause she's a gettable ho I'll shoot ya if you step on my future or you can catch me with your b**h practicing karma-sutra Imagine this I got my feet up on the metal of the Bugatti peddle You should have known this sh** is sour cause the whip Ameretto Come on' [HOOK] Take these n***a's out !(x4) [Verse 2] No replacing me -I'm here Play with me catch you in a restaurant put a bomb in your case of your beer In the forest chasing deers -riffle in my hand we'll turn this sh** to n***a's Snipers in Atlanta --UH You hysterical ,your terrible, mad cause I'm f**ing with that hood b**h Erica I will dismantle every area ,that you call a body part ,the more the merrier co*ked on ya boy scaring ya, house up out the water b**h you gotta take the ferry here I am hurtin um I think they need medicare,. n***a ,I am f**ing your- b**h so you better care What the f** is the weather here n***a its a parrot in the tree you will never hear Still riding with the sawed off, co*ked back point blank range BOW call um off HOOK