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letra de black sleeve - drakeo the ruler & ralfy the plug

[intro: zaybang]
huh?

[chorus: zaybang]
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend (legendmadeanotherone), you a goofball
boy, i think i smell me a l!ck
n-ggas taxin’ for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
and i just sent my b-tch to houston with some p’s in her sh-t
i could smell it down the street, they got some p’s in that b-tch
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chromе or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spеnd a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend, you a goofball

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
i’m a b-tch bagger, she can bring it all back to me
she like, “why you keep missin’ all my calls?” it’s the lean
n-ggas nerd lookin’ like carlton to me
gang and them lookin’ like bosses when we feast
this a thirty-piece plain yachtmaster, no diamonds needed
b-tches pullin’ up trap short and i’m the reason
i’m a dope fiend, you don’t want no d-ck from me, i be fiendin’
she pulled up and handed me a loaf ’cause i got seasoning
f&n on me for n-ggas out here fake schemin’
i was in the trenches late-night purgin’ with demons
“how y’all keep puttin’ all them drums on the chop? y’all cheatin'”
i’m from the stinc team, we’ve been gettin’ money all season
[chorus: zaybang]
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend
you a goofball, boy, i think i smell me a l!ck
n-ggas taxin’ for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
and i just sent my b-tch to houston with some p’s in her sh-t
i could smell it down the street, they got some p’s in that b-tch
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend

[verse 2: zaybang]
i’m a real n-gga, b-tch, i’m everything you n-ggas not
they don’t like zay, talk about they brother that i popped
better ask about me, everywhere i go, i got this pop
and we be on sh-t, we don’t need security with this chop
i like a boss b-tch ’cause we be always talkin’ ’bout some pape’
say you a real n-gga, but everything you be doin’, it be fake
boy, you a cheese ball, and you be probably talkin’ to them jakes
you wearin’ fake clothes and all them chains you wearin’ probably fake
i don’t make disses, i just let them sucker n-ggas talk down
the last time they said my name, i did a walkdown
p-ssy, put this jeezy in your mouth, go’n try to talk now
they tryna watch a n-gga page like what he doin’ now?
[chorus: zaybang]
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend
you a goofball, boy, i think i smell me a l!ck
n-ggas taxin’ for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
and i just sent my b-tch to houston with some p’s in her sh-t
i could smell it down the street, they got some p’s in that b-tch
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend

[verse 3: drakeo the ruler]
i’m a fiend when i’m drinkin’ lean, kamikaze dreams
suicidal doors, f&ns, table bridal rings
i like shiny things
b-tch, you fly as me, i would like to see
cold devil, i threw ice in heat, see an opp, i melt him
n-ggas mad, they like, “how you know?” b-tch, look at his clothes
that’s the door, b-tch, you gotta go or i’d be kickin’ through it
hit the floor, it’s money on the ground, i be gettin’ to it
jin jitsu, i had to 97 blitz him
soft tissue what he get for thinkin’ he kimbo
’round and ’round, sh-lls had him dancin’ like limbo
the stinc team k!lled my big bro, b-tch, that is not approving
you really sound stupid, you talkin’ like you [?]
[chorus: zaybang]
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend
you a goofball, boy, i think i smell me a l!ck
n-ggas taxin’ for that juice, we might just get him for his brick
and i just sent my b-tch to houston with some p’s in her sh-t
i could smell it down the street, they got some p’s in that b-tch
when i pull up in that black sleeve, all these b-tches knowin’ that it’s me
ain’t no black hoodie, b-tch, i do the chrome or supreme
you a broke n-gga, i can spend a band on my jeans
and i keep juice, baby always callin’ me a fiend

- drakeo the ruler ralfy the plug

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