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luhh drake - ruger lyrics

[intro: luhh drake]
i gotta stay with dat ruger
n-gg-s be acting so foolish
luhh drake, gang gang

[hook: luhh drake]
i gotta stay with that ruger
n-gg-s be acting so foolish
run up on me, boy you stupid
diamonds dancing, yeah they really be goofy (hey)
i got the goofy no goobers (huh)
look at my wrist, its a muller (huh)
i gotta wipe out the b–bies
diamonds flashing like they working at hooters (hey)
i gotta stay with dat ruger
n-gg-s be acting so foolish
run up on me, boy you stupid
diamonds dancing, yeah they really be goofy (hey)
i got the goofy no goobers (huh)
look at my wrist, its a muller (huh)
i gotta wipe out the b–bies
diamonds flashing like they working at hooters (hey)

[verse 1]
gucci is all on my body (woah)
i used to rock abercrombie
sell hoes like a rally
my neck on dasani
i trained my wrist how to potty (splash)
look at my diamonds, they snotty
partynextdoor with kehlani
i feel like mitt romney
i pull up like scotty
lean,sober
watch how i swerve in that rover
switch to that mazi, you better move over
we rolling, no coaster
pop out like a toaster
sick like ebola
get fold like a folder
stay with the fold, like i’m [?]
colder than polar
keep heat like its solar
my trigger is happy
my finger bipolar
i used to stay with the rollie
i used to stay with the guap on me
n-gg-s they plot on me
i keep the glock on me
red dotted beam, so you know its no stopping me
hop out tha rari
hop out tha coupe
froze on all my wrist like where is my soup?
diamond tested on the bite like a tooth
i make the work disappear in a poof (luhh drake)

[hook: luhh drake]
i gotta stay with that ruger
n-gg-s be acting so foolish
run up on me, boy you stupid
diamonds on me and they goofy (hey)
i got the goofy no goobers (huh)
look at my wrist, its a muller (huh)
i gotta stay with dat ruger
n-gg-s be acting so foolish
run up on me, boy you stupid (stupid)
diamonds on me and they goofy(hey)
i got the goofy no goobers (huh)
look at my wrist, its a muller (huh)

[verse 2: luhh drake]
look at my wrist, its a muller (that muller)
your girl, she said that i’m cooler
i used to stay with the ruler
whipping ferrari, feel like ferris bueller
n-gg-s be capping, i don’t know his jeweler
stones on my fist and they here for medusa
you think she yours but i bet i can pull her
my diamonds on freeze but my brothers is cooler (hey)
new watch, froze
my youngin, he whipping a bowl
he sipping on stuff you can’t find in the store
i’m rocking the tommy, not talking bout clothes
feeling like santa, i’m up in the pole
stay with the heat like i live by the stove
my youngin gon pop you, you know he on go
not talking bout weed, but this 40 gon blow

- luhh drake lyrics

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