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Drakeo The Ruler

Old Drakeo

 

Old Drakeo

(álbum: So Cold I Do Em 2 - 2021)


All the time
In my ear all the time, they want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo

In my ear all the time, they want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me waving fans, leaving souls hanging out
On the 10, on the 5, on the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson on my line crying 'bout flu flamming
Mei Ling in a chokehold, we need orange chicken
Su Yung, I met two balds up in rose meat
Gone up in sixty-two quarts, feel the switches
Long John by the Pippy, they'll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor tripping, mugging hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines, gray bags and guns firing
If Kim Jong never grow some balls, we get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you ever when it's rush hour, ugh

They want that old Drakeo back
The wanna see me on the block with the fan leaving souls hanging out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasing niggas with the doors hanging out
Fifty deep at his show, pulling cards, what that song was about?
They say I'm dropping too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, bitch

The type of shit I got on me, if he speak, put some soap in his mouth
Ryu taking Jet Li Bruce kicks, this dope coming down
I made a million this month independent, and I own all my masters, nigga
They tried to lock me in a box, out the window was the key, but I'm a joint, so I found it
Nigga, every day, everywhere I go, they want that old Drakeo back
But that was 2016, I drove a Benz, I like Rolls-Royces now (For real)
They wanna see me on they block shooting kids with my songs playing loud
Shootouts in broad day, what he say?

They want that old Drakeo back
The wanna see me on the block with the fan leaving souls hanging out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasing niggas with the doors hanging out
Fifty deep at his show, pulling cards, what that song was about?
They say I'm dropping too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, bitch

Nigga, for real, nigga
Fuck wrong, what you niggas talking 'bout, nigga?
Ain't nothing changed, nigga, I'm still the same, nigga
Yeah, nigga, I'm just way more richer, I'm a millionaire now, so like
Nigga, you gotta understand this, nigga
Nigga, I won't be out here doing the same shit and all that, nigga
'Cause that's what got me there, nigga
Y'all know what's up, nigga, I done did
Ran laps around niggas, I done chased niggas in foreigns, all that, sticks, all that, nigga
Yeah, the old Drakeo was fighting the death penalty, the old Drakeo ain't give a fuck
You hear me? Like, nigga, pick which one you want
Y'all want me to make music, nigga, or y'all want me out here, nigga
Wilding out? Shooting at niggas and all that crazy shit, nigga
Nigga, you want the old Drakeo? I'm still the old Drakeo
Haha, I just got more money and I'm smarter

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