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letra de cyber bullies - drakeo the ruler

[verse 1: drakeo the ruler]
sheesh, i guess i’m back
brought some guns with me from tourin’ in iraq
baghdad, trash bag, my money in glad bags
i am mr. mosley, your b-tch on my hashtag
tell her let my nuts go, keep dollars on me, creflo
klepto, nutso, k!llers with me cutthroat
i don’t wanna hear none of your -ss poo b-tt songs
drakeo man you dead wrong, battle up with kim wan
my convo kimbo, your b-tch is a nympho
oh that’s what you k!ll for, be dead ‘fore we switch songs
graves will be p-ssed on, drakeo when you get on?
make another diss song and n-ggas will get spit on

[chorus: drakeo the ruler]
first off i don’t play fair, bro explain that
two two three sh-lls knockin’ off ray bans
find out where you stay fam, it’s a stakeout
these cyberbullies gotta pay now
first off i don’t play fair, bro explain that
two two three sh-lls knockin’ off ray bans
find out where you stay fam, it’s a stakeout
these cyberbullies gotta pay now
we keep sh-lls for cyberbullies
we keep sh-lls for cyberbullies, n-gga
we keep sh-lls for cyberbullies, n-gga i done told you that n-gga
we keep sh-lls for cyberbullies

[verse 2: allblack]
n-ggas on crash tryna swerve in my lane with that bucket
run out of gas tryna keep up in this hundred
i skipped crawlin’ and walkin’, hit the game and got to bustin’
fumbled on fourth, man i should’ve just punted
now i’m like f-ck it, four five dirty bird, i’m duckin’
22nd thuggin’, dope fiend riddles and budgets
you on these socials like your full name is deontay wilder
or somethin’
make sure your b-tch -ss that tough when i see you up in public
i ain’t think so
4 am, i seen you stumble into nico’s
i put the labby down, tucked the nickel, then i t-to
nine and oh in the hood, these hands is debo, it’s black

[verse 3: bino rideaux]
ayy, ayy, and we don’t play fair
your energy don’t ever stay there
that chopper talkin’ tough sh-t
and we been hustlin’ since the daycare
from in the field, you shouldn’t play there
i ain’t here to hate on no n-gga, f-ck a b-tch by the fake hair
and i been makin’ enemies, i don’t make peers
got it out the mud, got my name cleared
and it’s still free foreign, free lil snoopy, why they ain’t here?
hundred round drum is when they change on us
youngin never leave the house without his thang on him
hood politicians puttin’ blame on him
tell them n-ggas i ain’t got no fame for ’em
ain’t no new recruits, ain’t got no chains for ’em
keep it real with all my b-tches, ain’t got no game for ’em
pull up on my exes, all my chains on
hop out with that chopper, get him cranked on, yeah

- drakeo the ruler

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