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letra de john gotti - drakeo the ruler

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(verse 1)
first off b-tch my life is baghdad , wolfin on the net then he got stripped where’s was his strap at? 150 in a trash bag time to shake him up, we tip the strippers, we strip the strippers , its the mob b-tch we k!ll the k!llers beat it up beat it up yeah thriller manila, minks and bling dont leave out the chinchillas double r rolls royce dawn you n-ggas know the deal with me
im a boss never get robbed n-ggas could only steal from me, but thats some twelve year olds come out and drill for me
think about it do you want these problems literally?
the grim reaper out and he dont show no sympathy

(chorus)
john gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
n-gga im the dawn in my city who is you in yours?
grab the beef packet and make top ramen noodles wit’ it
if you ain’t tryna get no money who you do it for?
john gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
n-gga im the dawn in my city who is you in yours?
grab the beef packet and make top ramen noodles wit’ it
if you ain’t tryna get no money who you do it for?

(verse 2)
see a opp in traffic hit em up n-gga 2pac, the crime report and ballistics said he died from two glocks, i know he ran his mouth but did you have to knock his shoes off? 40 with a d-ck let it squeeze it got blue b-lls. hand me trippy red if he playing with my blue hundreds, 66 shot another 6 at jimmy neutron, im on demon time dont you ever get too big headed, beef on the plate , shrimp lobster, steak eat with me. instead you worry about always tryna compete with me, swimming with the fishes like he tryna find neemo, a shark in the water a great white he sea food, dumbass spent his whole life tryna be deebo, a 100 sh-lls drop c-ck back mops and reload that black lives sh-t is so 2003 bro ugh

(chorus)
john gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
n-gga im the dawn in my city who is you in yours?
grab the beef packet and make top ramen noodles wit’ it
if you ain’t tryna get no money who you do it for?
john gotti car, mops in the yard, shoot for me
n-gga im the dawn in my city who is you in yours?
grab the beef packet and make top ramen noodles wit’ it
if you ain’t tryna get no money who you do it for?

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