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Drakeo The Ruler

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10

(album: The Truth Hurts - 2021)


Mud spilling in the Dawn
This a chop, this a stick, bro, which one you want?
Finna do a nigga sleazy, we tore down Neimans (Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Niggas wanna be me, all these bitches meat-eaters
Hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper
Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people
I hit her with the meat cleaver, this a streetsweeper
Somebody needs to call the Airbnb people (Ron-Ron do that shit)

Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house
Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail
I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail
Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house
Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail
I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail?

On the dance floor, you know I got strong moves
Ain't finna go back and forth with these old niggas
If it don't fit a drum, I cannot use it
Don't give a fuck about parole, I am not stupid
Spin a block, finna give a nigga rock music
What's the hate for? Niggas wearing fake clothes
Roll bounce, make it glitter, make it rainbow
This a case closed, niggas better not say nothing

Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house
Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail
I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail
Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house
Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail
I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail?

Back up on my old shit, Mr. Mosely
Pouring eights of codeine, niggas better know this
I grab genie from the block, we finna slow dance
This nina kiss a nigga when it's time to romance
Bet a million niggas gon' repeat this song after
Shots fired, nigga couldn't find his phone after
I don't own my masters, don't be target practice
I bought F&Ns for everybody, all the rappers

Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house
Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail
I just bought ten shooters, finna pay they bail
Ten bricks in the car, ten bricks in the house
Ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scared of jail
I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail?

They know what the truth is, niggas know what's going on, nigga
Ten bricks in the car, ten sticks in the car, ten whips in the yard
Niggas know what the truth is
I just bought ten shooters, can you pay they bail?
Stop playing with me
Ten whips in the yard
Ten sticks in the car

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