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letra de ingleweird - drakeo the ruler

[verse]
n-ggas ain’t gettin no money
man this sh-t gettin ingleweird
i ain’t f-ckin’ with these n-ggas
n-gga i’m the don, turn the whole cali against you
tie a n-gga up, he hang over, you be black [?]
hunnid out the chop, try to box, he’ll get whacked up
bruce lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out
he’s a cult member, hang him up like a coat then
jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin’
the ruler i’m the don, n-ggas know that im a foolie
it’s forgis on the dawn, only poor people buy rucci
in eight months for beatin’ life, i got a million for [?]
talibans and they blood huntin’, spinnin’ with his koufi
shoot somethin’, thеy don’t even be outsidе for me to do nothin’
i’m wearin’ two kilos, get him whacked for a c-note
think i’m weezy f. baby, ice cream and go dj
the fireman i burnt him, we ain’t tryna hit him [?]
when we pull up to them trenches with them foolies
turnin’ party gang members into witnesses who man is this? foreal
how you join a gang when you 25?
drakeo do they know with you it’s do or die?
and when you fry all yo’ opps make it supersized
i think this n-gga mad ’cause my jeweler rami
they let me in the club when my toolie hot
stone a n-gga quick i medusafied him
get down, thirty three shots scotty pip out
spin laps, turn the suburbs of inglewood to a gym factory
just dance, brian [?] here, p-ssy n-gga jump man
the stinc team run la, you gotta come better
please take yo’ hollow chains back to your one jeweler
it’s time to set the play up i’m a punt kicker
no name n-ggas always wanna be a part of somethin’
since n-ggas want a handout, i gotta let him hold a hunnid
know a lot of n-ggas told in inglewood, ya’ll condone snitchin’
i just dropped fifty on a blind n-gga he ain’t see it comin’
keep the homie name out yo’ mouth or white sheets be covered
blow a n-gga toppins’ off of bread, it’s a pizza party
n-ggas cold as f-ck even with a boosie feature
bygones be bygones, that wouldn’t even do for jesus
n-ggas sweet as b-ttercups turn his ass to reeses pieces
left a massacre at neimans, if a pile was left than clean it
you can take it how you want to, receive it i’m a demon
inglewood n-ggas weenies, i’ma felon, you a preacher
talk to me, i was poppin’ ‘fore i had the drake feature
shout aubrey that’s my n-gga, realer than a lot of n-ggas
don’t run up on me with my jewelry i be quick to pop a n-gga
dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me
uh sh-t

- drakeo the ruler

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