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letra de fights don't matter - drakeo the ruler

[verse 1]
i looked at my wrist two times and caught pneumonia
i hopped out the coupe with nina ross, she is a smoker
if you never had a shootout at the club, pass my blower (smoov, what’s good, baby?)
i just beat a n-gga where the neiman marcus store at (thank you fizzle)
walking on water, critics say that i’m icy, saweetie
i just made him drop it like it’s hot with a mic on me
n-ggas starin’ at me like we cool, i’m not your friend
the plug told me seventeen a piece, i started paisa dancin’
mister big bank uchie face
can i hit your cup? she got hit with the stupid face
this was back in my gucci days
i turned to jet li and got blood on my boosie fade

[chorus]
n-ggas sneak dissin’ every day, let the mic go answer
tell this n-gga bm stop textin’, i might go blamp her
bought the whole hood, instagram us, couldn’t find no manners
i’ma give him thirty-three shots ’cause fights don’t matter, sh-t
tell this n-gga bm stop textin’, i might go blamp her, n-gga
i’ma give him thirty-three shots ’cause fights don’t matter

[verse 2]
thirty-three shots, b-tch, i ain’t finna fight no n-gga
i’ma leave him dead in the street with his iphone 7
when i left the coupe, all you saw was banana peels
he ain’t dodge sh-t, i’m tryna pull off in that challenger
custom-made pieces, we don’t never touch the mannequin
it’ll be a steel cage match, try to challenge us
let me guess, this why all you n-ggas mad at us
’cause we kept the street code and we got our fanbase up
[chorus]
n-ggas sneak dissin’ every day, let the mic go answer
tell this n-gga bm stop textin’, i might go blamp her
bought the whole hood, instagram us, couldn’t find no manners
i’ma give him thirty-three shots ’cause fights don’t matter, sh-t
tell this n-gga bm stop textin’, i might go blamp her, n-gga
i’ma give him thirty-three shots ’cause fights don’t matter, sh-t

[verse 3]
this for any n-gga tryna bogart
i gave him ten, the other ninety just to show off, sh-t
what you know ’bout me?
i’m out the window of the benny like hulk hogy
i’m a showboater
and stop screamin’ out my name, b-tch, i don’t know you, sh-t
i’ma go pour ’em
wait ’til you see me drop a hundred up in slow motion
you think i’m dumb, hold up
i bought ten ace bottles and dropped the club owner, n-gga
i know i’m wrong, hold up
my shooters pulled up with them sticks like it was pro bono, sh-t

- drakeo the ruler

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