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letra de gta vi - drakeo the ruler

[verse]
you off serving three pills
the glock by the steering wheel
you must think you obama, huh?
you ridin’ ’round causin’ problems
you think n0body gon’ solve ’em
you think you john gotti, huh?
you wanna hit him in his brain
then go and get a change of paint
he think this grand theft auto
you steady actin’ like a boss
n-gga, you only half a star
but this ain’t grand theft auto, though
you ridin’ ’round with a chopper
you wanna hit him and his mama
you think this grand theft auto, huh?
instead you hit him and his friends
then post it all on instagram
you think this grand theft auto
you off ten different pills
then cryin’ ’bout, “why i’m up in jail?”
’cause this ain’t grand theft auto, bro
and now you cryin’ ’cause he told
your k!ller went out like a hoe
yeah, this ain’t grand theft auto, huh?
you think this grand theft auto, huh?
you think this grand theft auto, huh?
you must think this grand theft auto, huh?
sh-t, n-gga
i think this grand theft auto, b-tch
i’m finna ball out at the club
and shoot it up if n-ggas mug
i think this grand theft auto
i think life a game
you all on side of me, like, “b-tch, you wanna race”
my life is grand theft auto
i’m off all type of drugs
tell my p.o. hold d-ck and the judge
i think this grand theft auto
i’m a rockstar
just crashed another bentley in the wall
i think this grand theft auto
he wanna bang, i wanna ball
but i’ll slime em’ up in gucci in the mall
i think this grand theft auto
now we up in neiman marcus
put some money on your head, now you a target
i think this grand theft auto
n-gga, what you wanna do?
it’s really who i’m finna shoot?
i think this grand theft auto
n-gga, what you wanna do?
it’s really who i’m finna shoot?
i think this grand theft auto
[outro]
sh-t n-gga
n-gga y’all know the song i ain’t doin’ all that
n-gga this is grand theft auto b-tch
grand theft auto
weird ass n-ggas
n-ggas doin’ all this k!ller sh-t
till n-ggas go to jail cryin’ and sh-t, b-tch
ain’t got time for all that
man, n-gga, this, n-gga livin’ this life
man, it’s 2020 out here
n-ggas out here thuggin’, but
sh-t, man, n-gga
if he thuggin’, don’t be cryin’ about the pills and all that, man
n-ggas be crazy out here, man, sh-t
n-gga done shot ten n-ggas on camera
cryin’ about, “why i’m up in jail?” and all that, n-gga
n-gga, you shot a n-gga in front of the police station, bro
whining and sh-t, n-gga
n-ggas be clowns, bro
n-gga, if you thuggin’, then you thuggin’
man, n-gga
stop tellin’, stop tellin’ the truth, n-gga
this ain’t grand theft auto, bro
it sound cool, though, this is real life
grand theft auto sh-t is cool, though
’til a n-gga get in jail and n-ggas cryin’
man, free drakeo, he ain’t do nothin’ wrong
sheesh
d-mn, like that, joog?
can you fly the hook back in now, joog?

- drakeo the ruler

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