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drakeo the ruler - 300 raccs كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
grab the suit n tie had to do it to ’em
i ain’t givin out my time to a goofy n_gga
drop a hunnid k on a loser n_gga (laudiano)
the first n_gga send a mug imma crucify ’em
when you with the team, know it’s do or die
hope you keep the same energy when it’s you and i
water on my neck i went scuba divin’
this nina f_ckin’ everybody, put the coochie on ’em
kamikaze thoughts but the doors are suicidal
if rami did yo’ pieces why you always gotta ask sizin’?
don’t got the same check, when i flex i remind n_ggas
back up off my jewelry it’ll blind n_ggas, i’m different
if we hoopin’ shе get stupid, is you high n_gga?
pull up at a n_gga school and ‘calabrine n_ggas
shooters in thе cut with shy glizzy
the mac’s supersized a n_gga up and fried em
i’m buddies with tom, i need my sp_ce
find me boostin’ up the crime rate if crime pays
the last n_gga lost his head talkin’ bout ” i’m g_y ”
shots fired hittin’ hard as bombay
the streets i got the key to, n_gga santé
my flu flammer n_ggas know my feng shui
double d’s on the chop sh_t get naughty
put the beam on a n_gga ask scotty
here put this bag in your stomach, n_gga potty
.223 sh_lls ain’t carryin’ no shotty
got shanaynay in the whip, she’s a hottie
b_tch i’m drakeo, i am not no role model
i’m hot headed, can a dog get a bone?
pipi long made him drop dead
i ain’t even finna play with a stock clip
catch me beatin’ on his head with this chop rounds
he tried to eat a two piece, and got knocked down
heard my presence in the room, make the spot hot
i ain’t worried ’bout these n_ggas i got my chop
foreigns on the corner, b_tch this is my block
confirmed k!lls, we ain’t sending out no pop shots
couple mops in the car i’m with the shottas
if you go against the team you don dada
talk beef, we gon’ turn it into lobster
ruth chris’, i just caught another body
i’m partying with lil meech we at papi’s
that’s the mob b_tch i feel like john gotti
all i need is ben frank and let her sign me
bruce lee kicks, this chopper know karate
work him out, n_gga shoulda knew pilates
you’s a b_tch and them n_ggas you with caca
two chains on i’m finna start a riot
get the uchies, now my insta goin’ private
never speak on what you really do in private
any n_gga can get touched with the midas
from california, in my city i’ma icon
los scandalous, i grew up with the pythons
i get dough i be kickin’ it with tyquan
he portrayin’ he a k!ller ’cause his mic on
bygones be bygones, i’m not that guy
i can’t be that high, gold bottles, baptize ’em
n_ggas get wrapped for me, fn’s and macs on me
do i really gotta say 300 racks by me?
n_ggas get wrapped for me, fn’s and macs on me
do i really gotta say 300 racks on me?
ugh, sh_t we know the truth

- drakeo the ruler

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