letra de long live drakeo the ruler - rio da yung og
[intro]
i’ma teach you somethin’
tryna show you somethin’, let me teach you somethin’
[verse]
a thousand hundred-dollar bills, a hundred thousand
a thousand stacks of thousands, that’s a million dollars
they not exterminators, but they k!llin’ mouses
i’m tryna drop a n-gga, y’all be k!llin’ houses
d-mn, what the f-ck is that?
you shoot the crib up, then you know that sh-t coming back
n-gga, shoot your granny crib up, get something splat
n-gga knock on your front door and run in with a mac
boom, that mean everybody dies
everybody not gon’ make a million, but everybody try
but is they really tryin’?
them n-ggas said they slidin’, but is we really dyin’?
you gotta think about it
bring me a pint of quagen, i’ll drink the bottle
chillin’ with some young fine sh-t, she lеt me meet her mama
i met hеr yesterday, she let me beat tomorrow
two-hundred-fifty k, i knock the weekend down, boy
i can make a million dollars every month
just let me out this house, b-tch, i’m gon’ run it up
i think i drunk too much pop, i f-cked my stomach up
but i wasn’t drinking clean pops, boy, i poured something up
like ooh, what you pour, tris’ or some quagen?
b-tch, i had some wock’ on my tongue, i still can taste it
n-gga, last time you drunk act’ was 2018
last time i drunk alpharma january 18th, this year
when i did my first show
do you know how it felt? i sold my first ‘bow
i’ll jump out on a skit wearing church clothes
please don’t play with baby bro, he really hurt folks, like real
like really, like real life
i got this sh-t from wafi, boy, this real ice
you went to status jeweler and got a deal twice
i signed with empire back in 19, ain’t signed a deal twice
nah, i’m still independent, i’m still in the trenches
if we talking ’bout work, i’m still in the kitchen
but the studio my kitchen, i be flippin’ chickens
give me thirty for a verse, i rap for fifty minutes, n-gga
i’m a motherf-ckin’ scram scr-per
i’m a gaffle boy, we get our d-mn paper
m.i.n.e entertainment, that’s the d-mn label
come sign with us right now, we turn you up, baby
i just did a collab with the runt people
we smoking real weed, you little dumb people
four thousand for a ‘bow, but ain’t nothin’ for sale
i hate when n-ggas start this beef sh-t, then get they brother k!lled
like d-mn, boy, you should’ve warned your family
like, b-tch, why you come over and you ain’t wear no panties?
you must be tryna f-ck, b-tch, you out of luck
i’m wockied up, i’m stockin’ up
i done bust two nuts today, so i ain’t got enough
i’ll jump off stage right now and f-ck somebody up
i’m chillin’ with my old head, he poured some quali’ up
but he only poured a deuce, that sh-t just not enough, n-gga, i’m gone
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