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letra de the real champion - drakeo the ruler

[verse]
caught a n-gga slippin’ off the green, i f-cked him with two nina’s
i can’t take my family nowhere, they like to shoot people
just swept a n-gga house with a broom, i swear i be too clean
i just bully opps with their gangs, i swear i be too mean
n-ggas do all that poppin’ on instagram, but ain’t gone k!ll nothin’
pulled up in a dawn, another n-gga in a wheel chair
i’ll drop a fifty pack on his blind ass, i ain’t got no chill b-tton
we bought 70 zips, i swear i’m the real champion
bodies drop, silly opp, yes i’m a drill rapper
i don’t need a pill, jack and jill can get a bar from me
gave him 32 but where his shoes? i just like barkley speak
now he’s no longer like you looking for barney sign
rip don’t start with me, these n-ggas be some party bangers
in the suburbs with a drum on me like b-tch go find me charlie’s angels
these n-ggas hardly dangerous, they really hardly riders
just look for all my diamonds, they be in all my comments
lurkin’ like a b-tch, i’m steady worried ’bout my wrist is broken
ridin’ in the coupe behind the tint, it’s thirty sticks and sodas
i hope n-ggas keep they heads high cause i’m gon’ split it open
i got pippie on the dance floor, finna get jiggy on ’em
add my chakra autism, it just be spittin’ on sh-t
these n-ggas never on sh-t, they block, they never on it
you see these pepperoni’s, i left his melon open
n-ggas be tellin’ on sh-t, it’s cool his daddy from here
i be laughin’ at these n-ggas, wrist dancin’ in the mirror
mike jackson on these n-ggas
don’t try to diss me, it’s catastrophes for victims
go look at the crime scene, it was tragic where i left ’em
he was drivin’ with no hands, i had the ratchet out the tesla
your man’s gone, we heard ’bout it, that’s unfortunate
burn his block down, glock rounds, i be torchin’ sh-t
i’m the ruler, you get spanked if i hear potty mouths
just left a opp head on his shoulder like he was noddin’ out, ooh
put a drum on it, you mad, then come and hunt for me
my bank account is lovely
do your family really love you b?
you in the ambulance, all these noises, i know it’s hard to think
rob who, n-gga pardon me?
four-hundred up in pieces on my person, it’s some cartages, b-tches
d-mn
d-mn it, bobby
[outro]
[?] poppin’ it
yeah, right
you know i saw everythin’, d-mn
[?]
it’s a hunnid, [?]
b-tch

- drakeo the ruler

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