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drakeo the ruler - i could never lyrics

[verse 1: slimmy b]
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas like a redneck
catch an opp slippin’, flip his wig like a tech deck
this funk sh-t, i bring it to your door like fed ex
and talkin’ dumb’ll get your -ss popped like a xanax
big forty, that’ll knock a n-gga soul out him
if i’m on my -ss then for sure i know my bros got me
knock a n-gga down, if they ask, i don’t know ’bout it
these balenciagas, lil n-gga these ain’t foamposites
fifty on the chop, yeah i gave that b-tch a tune-up
you better keep your boo tucked before you get your boo f-cked
slide on an opp and give one f-ck, two f-cks
glock twenty-three, clip hangin’ like two nuts
and we buck first, n-gga we don’t buck back
tone with the shred will lay you down like where them bucks at?
four shots to the dome, two where his lungs at
forty hold ten? what the f-ck, where that drum at?
hatin’ on you dumb hoes like cascade
you broke n-ggas young money like mack maine
rich sh-t, gucci box for the ash tray
my shooter keep a stick and with the sh-t like his -ss stank
get around they bros, n-ggas want to act tough now
see me gettin’ cheese and these b-tches wanna f-ck now
arm start crampin’, n-ggas had to put the pump down
size ten timb boot, n-ggas gettin’ stomped out b-tch
white buffs on, b-tch these cartiers
all these bands a n-gga get, i wouldn’t call it fair
stay out my closet, lil n-gga might get lost in there
and this chopper turn your whip into a rocking chair
young n-gga with these bands, got the streets talkin’
diamonds on my neck dancin’, c walkin’
chopper make a n-gga bounce, call that leap froggin’
b-tch i’m a dog and to these hoes i’ma keep d-gg-n’

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
and she know i’m on, let my n-ggas bone, yeah yeah
i would never cuff at all, we could never f-ck with y’all, yeah yeah
b-tch i go the juice like hi-c
dark tints on my face, don’t eye me
she give all head like an id
beat a n-gga -ss like i’m ali
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, you know that
slimmy got that chop, he gon’ blow that
wish a n-gga would, bet he won’t
like a bad b-tch with must, n-ggas don’t want the funk
send ten shots through a n-gga whip like a car lot
one shot, hit a n-gga chest, make his heart stop
hate a used b-tch like a whip from a car lot
don’t trust these n-ggas that’ll turn like a doorkn-b
got money on my mind now, a n-gga don’t waste time baby
i’ma get it out the way
i know these n-ggas ain’t tough, i done really had enough
shoeboxes i don’t f-ck with the bank, nah n-gga
i’ll never hesitate, i’ll never turn fake
i’ll never shake a f-ck n-gga’s hand, i’ll never, i’ll never
say she wanna bust, n-gga i’ll never
f-ck with a broke b-tch that ain’t got no cheddar

[verse 3: drakeo the ruler]
i could never be you, everything’s with a tool
these margiela my shoes, that’s a gle coupe
yes i bust down my jewels, almost flunked out of school
what’s engraved on my dash, ain’t no way i’ma lose
all eight up in the fanta, what the f-ck is a deuce?
we with all eye busters, i am mr. mosley 2
don’t test the gang right now, we ain’t got nothin’ to lose
why these n-gga always tellin’? why you lyin’ about a felony?
know these n-ggas all jokesters, know they friends with bill bellamy
i’m all about my green, broccoli, and my celery
they hate how i do this, i’m a nuisance, the ruler
p-ssin’ cash out, i’m mr. big bank budda
uchie uchie, you know i get those
bald head caillou’s fallin’ all on my denim
in the county you get pulled like a wisdom tooth, it’s the truth
the violence that’ll get at you, my guidance what i spill at you, ugh

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