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letra de eye busser - drakeo the ruler

[verse 1: drakeo the ruler]
ugh, b-tch we back up on that sh-t again
don’t run up on the stinc team, somebody gon’ get hit again
drakeo what that mean, i’m with all eye bussers
my young n-gga wildin’, he got all eye bussers
sh-t, i’m a lunatic
don’t snake me out my dough, we got long ropes for judases
who is this, drakeo the ruler be on some stupid sh-t
i told n-ggas the seven-eighteen look like i broke my wrist
go against the word, my n-ggas gon’ duct tape you
shoot him in his face, he ain’t gotta be pump faking
this n-gga blood on my shoes, name these the freddy krueger maisons
got all these bald head caillous, sh-t i would’ve named ’em jason
n-ggas tellin’ and singin’, i thought i met aretha franklin
the police at my door, i said you gotta be playin’
ugh, i guess n-ggas ain’t playin’ fair
lookin’ up to god like please don’t let ’em find that k in there
enrolled in school, i’m like i might just be stayin’ here
just get down and lay down, you know my n-ggas stain kids, ugh

[chorus: drakeo the ruler]
man you n-ggas all busters
please don’t run up on the team, i’m with all eye bussers
my young n-gga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
a twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
cut all that tough guy sh-t, n-gga we know that you a buster
please don’t run up on the team, i’m with all eye bussers
my young n-gga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
a twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
cut all that tough guy sh-t, n-gga we know that you a buster

[verse 2: yatta]
you’s a buster, what you actin’ tough for bozo?
say my name in a diss song, get jojo’d
the draco got a heat sensor, call it po-po
you wanna hold some bucks, hit my nuts b-tch, hold those
b-tches by the bus load, drugs by the boatload
see an opp, duck four, watch him drop, buck more
my brother d-mn near tipped on the l!ck, i was stuck though
it’s good he doubled back ’cause if he didn’t i would’ve tucked on him
kick doors, yeah them kick doors got my wrist froze
you wanna fl!ck bro, n-gga ain’t that what your b-tch for?
let the fifth blow, dump the pistol then switch clothes
glock-23, see through drum look like a fishbowl
i hear these rappers rappin’, they actin’ like they sick though
pull up on his -ss with that mac, watch him b-tch up
went to la get the plug on the drugs, freeway big bows
in the club, fifty thugs and we finna turn this b-tch up

- drakeo the ruler

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