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drakeo the ruler – ingleweird lyrics

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[verse]
n+ggas ain’t gettin no money
man this sh+t gettin ingleweird
i ain’t f+ckin’ with these n+ggas
n+gga i’m the don, turn the whole cali against you
tie a n+gga up, he hang over, you be black [?]
hunnid out the chop, try to box, he’ll get whacked up
bruce lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out
he’s a cult member, hang him up like a coat then
jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin’
the ruler i’m the don, n+ggas know that im a foolie
it’s forgis on the dawn, only poor people buy rucci
in eight months for beatin’ life, i got a million for [?]
talibans and they blood huntin’, spinnin’ with his koufi
shoot somethin’, thеy don’t even be outsidе for me to do nothin’
i’m wearin’ two kilos, get him whacked for a c+note
think i’m weezy f. baby, ice cream and go dj
the fireman i burnt him, we ain’t tryna hit him [?]
when we pull up to them trenches with them foolies
turnin’ party gang members into witnesses who man is this? foreal
how you join a gang when you 25?
drakeo do they know with you it’s do or die?
and when you fry all yo’ opps make it supersized
i think this n+gga mad ’cause my jeweler rami
they let me in the club when my toolie hot
stone a n+gga quick i medusafied him
get down, thirty three shots scotty pip out
spin laps, turn the suburbs of inglewood to a gym factory
just dance, brian [?] here, p+ssy n+gga jump man
the stinc team run la, you gotta come better
please take yo’ hollow chains back to your one jeweler
it’s time to set the play up i’m a punt kicker
no name n+ggas always wanna be a part of somethin’
since n+ggas want a handout, i gotta let him hold a hunnid
know a lot of n+ggas told in inglewood, ya’ll condone snitchin’
i just dropped fifty on a blind n+gga he ain’t see it comin’
keep the homie name out yo’ mouth or white sheets be covered
blow a n+gga toppins’ off of bread, it’s a pizza party
n+ggas cold as f+ck even with a boosie feature
bygones be bygones, that wouldn’t even do for jesus
n+ggas sweet as b+ttercups turn his ass to reeses pieces
left a massacre at neimans, if a pile was left than clean it
you can take it how you want to, receive it i’m a demon
inglewood n+ggas weenies, i’ma felon, you a preacher
talk to me, i was poppin’ ‘fore i had the drake feature
shout aubrey that’s my n+gga, realer than a lot of n+ggas
don’t run up on me with my jewelry i be quick to pop a n+gga
dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me
uh sh+t



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