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letra de john madden - drakeo the ruler

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
double-r truck matte black with the forgis on it
i tried to f-ck a pair of twins, i had a h-rny moment
sick a n-gga think we finna fight, i had 40 on me
ten hoes tryna f-ck now, i got an orgy on me
call of duty gun, clip longer than oprah bank account
walkin’ up on random b-tches like, “hey, can i take you out?”
taxed dawg two hundred for a seven, took an eighthy out
got some head from my b-tch before she pushed the baby out

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
used to ride around with dope all day, i’m lazy now
probably finna hit my pregnant b-tch, f-ck the baby out here
used to ain’t have eighty dollars, now i can spend eighty thousand
why would i pay three hundred for a line and my auntiе got it?
put your gun down, i wanna shank somebody
god blessed mе with a gift, i wanna thank somebody
twenty n-ggas in a dopehouse, bro, this ain’t a party
i’m tryna get dawg whacked, can i pay somebody?

[verse 3: lil yachty]
completing all my missions, i can’t die until i check the list
i just put the us white house on my right, okay
i just put the us white house on my b-tch bag
the whip came off the back of the trailer, msrp tags
with all-stars and made twenty men, i don’t do brags
the p90 break up a group just like joe jackson
why you pull up doing all my drugs if you ain’t ’bout action?
tell your bd come to your pent’ and we gon’ toetag him
[verse 4: ralfy the plug]
they found an awful lot of guns in my mama couch
he be talkin’ to the pigs, tryna run his mouth
i done bought percs and blues from your mama house
i done sold more syrup than the waffle house
these givenchy on my feet when it’s not the sketchers
you lil’ broke b-tch need to stop tryna give me lectures
i f-cked her for an hour off the perc’, i felt i had to bless her
big 40 on my hipbone, n-gga, i’m not no wrestler

[verse 5: drakeo the ruler]
i just had to put my foot down, i’m a ho slapper
slammed him in his brand-new shoes, i’m a toe-tagger
told him if he reach, i’ma teach, he got shot faster
slammed a p-ssy n-gga on a boat for a yachtmaster
blew him out his boots, then we came for his socks after
b-tch got out of line, yes indeed, n-gga, i slapped her
flashin’ gold bottles in the club, n-gga, not magnum
sixteen felons up in coupes, we are not rapppers
n-gga, stop laughin’
you never seen a hundred thousand cash, n-gga, stop cappin’
i just put my wrist up in the air, we are not braggin’
i just did the greatest playcall, b-tch, i’m john madden

- drakeo the ruler

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