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drakeo the ruler - skrilla freestyle lyrics

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[intro]
[?], sh+t got me kinda hot
rhythm, like i have perfect rhythm, so i’m scared to sound a little weird, f+cked up

[verse]
i’m a demon in the jungle, feasting with others, one time [?] for the runners
before i slip [?] i fumble
catchin’ bodies, haitian [?]
and a [?] on me [?]
f&n will break a [?]
[?], and my earrings diamond cl+sters
beef with me with those [?]
at the party, you [?]
rob who, take what? they know drakeo keep that blammer
who the f+ck want to be santa? b+tch, the grinch gone get this money
when it’s time to come play ball, they know i throw on my jersey
catch a n+gga, leave him fetty wap, like a [?] up from new jersey
sneak dissin’ on twitter, like your life is really worth it
“n+ggas die every day, b,” sh+t i had rico for the verse i’m in
paid in full, i’m money mitch, i could show you how stunt like him
catch some n+ggas running with their mouth, sh+t, then i guess they know how to run from lead
drakeo, drakeo, drakeo, all of california going to know my name
took a trip to alhambra, now i’m off white, like i snort cocaine montclair, off+white, man them n+ggas swear to god i sold cocaine
pull up on your kid’s school, sometimes, i swear to god i ain’t got no brain
he shooting up all these empty cars, i swear to god, they ain’t got no aim
[outro]
p+ssy ass n+ggas. come on, my n+gga, [?] spare time, you feel me? this sh+t really regular, n+ggas [?] deal with me. i count [?], that’s all i do. you feel me? i’m going to keep doing that, that’s all i do. all right, all right. yeah, this sh+t regular, dog. come on, man, i’m not really sneak dissin’ and beefin’, i’m just tryin’ to rap, you feel me? i’m just trying to do me. n+ggas over here hating and all that. n+ggas see me in traffic and want to run from a n+gga and all that. d+mn, what happened? n+ggas was just tough on instagram, on them videos and sh+t, i’m just saying, though. i’m the same n+gga, in the streets and the mic, you feel me, you understand me? come on, this sh+t regular, though, you feel me? 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 pieces, 100 pieces, and all that
man, this regular, we do this every day. it’s the stinc team, dumbass, i could bop bop ling ling and all that. come on, stop playing, you know the deal. it’s really regular. alright, uh



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