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letra de engineer scared - drakeo the ruler

[intro: drakeo the ruler]
i pulled up to the club with a drum (low the great)
a mean guy, but we turned him to a nun
he peace treatin’ ’cause we gave him what he want (is that trey?)
just checked an oompa loompa, now we want w-lly wonka
we ain’t finna do that, clown
just slid his block quiet lettin’ off mac rounds
how you do it? i put a muzzle on it, b-tch
you know my name, i ain’t tusslin’ with n-ggas

[verse 1: drakeo the ruler]
sh-t, hundiddy chop
mei ling just bumped on me, that’s a hundiddy bop
it’s a mickey mouse
hit him with the chop ten times, made him diddy bop
half a hundiddy in the chop, it’s a minnie mouse
ten chops, that’s a proud family up at penny house
tell a n-gga, “eat these, it’ll make you skinny, watch”
you got the engineer scared, put all the glizzies down
silly billys ’round, n-gga, that’ll get you got
n-gga’s talkin’ like a k!ller, but he really not
put a drum on the glizzy, i ain’t into stocks
all these n-ggas holdin’ d-ck, where the b-tches at? ugh
[chorus: drakeo the ruler & krispylife kidd]
put a silence on the k, you hear it muzzlin’
i’m finna really show out, he got his son in here
you hear him stutterin’, these n-ggas mumblin’
we got the engineer scared, too many guns in here
put a silence on the k, you hear it muzzlin’
i’m finna really show out, he got his son in here
you hear him stutterin’, these n-ggas mumblin’
we got the engineer scared, too many guns in here (krispylife kidd)

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
shootin’ this b-tch hurt, it threw my shoulder out of place
glock on the dresser while i’m f-ckin’, i’m condom safe
i make her suck me with the rubber, how that condom taste?
you with a buster, so i guess you kind of safe
they call me a g.o.a.t., but i’m some kind of wizard
pssh pssh on the k like it’s tryna whistle
i don’t even f-ck your b-tch, just make her do the dishes
you was cryin’ in the county, you ain’t even make it to prison
the box got a weird shape, it’s shaped like a prism
i’m startin’ to think these n-ggas vegan, ’cause they don’t want no chicken
slide on the opps’ crib and knock out they kitchen
if i don’t see dude with the stinc team, we ain’t f-ckin’ with him

[chorus: drakeo the ruler]
put a silence on the k, you hear it muzzlin’
i’m finna really show out, he got his son in here
you hear him stutterin’, these n-ggas mumblin’
we got the engineer scared, too many guns in here
put a silence on the k, you hear it muzzlin’
i’m finna really show out, he got his son in here
you hear him stutterin’, these n-ggas mumblin’
we got the engineer scared, too many guns in here
[verse 3: ketchy the great]
we got the engineer scared, too many guns around
a n-gga pull up to the stu’ fake tough, gon’ have to gun him down
f-ck the cameras, i pull up bareface just to paint a clown
i got water on my neck, my drip make these hoes drown
anybody want smoke’ll turn this b-tch to a hookah lounge
got a chop, beat up the opp block, now they milly rockin’
heavy metal, rock and roll on n-ggas while i’m perc’ poppin’
n-ggas g-y, they sweet like w-lly wonka, plus they work with cops
krispy hit him with a glizzy, now he crispy, fried him with a glock
n-gga think he suge, drakeo do him like pac
feed him shots, he don’t bang, but he be hangin’ with the opps
he’s a clown, a jester, i hit him with the heckler koch

[outro: drakeo the ruler]
sh-t, man, i be tryna chill out
like, i’m like d-mn, bro, like
f-ck, i had the pole out, n-gga, all in the booth, n-gga
engineer in there shakin’ and all that
like, i was just like chill out, bro
put the poles up, put the sticks up, put the drums up
like n-gga, n0body even in here, n-gga, we in beverly hills, n-gga, n-gga
n-ggas ain’t worried ’bout nothin’, man
but again that n-gga was taxin’ and sh-t, he might be on some sh-t, i don’t know
sh-t, man, well, put the guns down, ugh
know what i’m, know what i’m sayin’?
alright, really, though, we gon’ put ’em down, we gon’ put ’em down

- drakeo the ruler

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