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Drakeo The Ruler

Gone In 60 Seconds

 

Gone In 60 Seconds

(альбом: I Am Mr. Mosely - 2015)


(Mustard on the beat, ho)

A suit and tie, you know my disguise
A buck-fifty on the HP like I don't have a mind
And if they somehow catch up, I'ma tell 'em I was high
Poured off a five, niggas tend to think I'm blind
Mr. Mosely, Mr. Mosely, the foreign whip crasher
Hanging out the window, it's the 2Greedy bastards
Gripping on this TEC, and, Lord, I hope it don't jam
Do whatever for the dough, you know me, Tommy Brown
Think I need a dolly 'cause this stove is too heavy
Whole brick in saran and the stench is kinda deadly
I was in the town, had to thank Susan Lee
Shawl over my head, I had to duck the Judases

I be gone
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know, we know

Back at it again, Mr. Big Bank Buddha
Blow them bands, baby, bitches, tend to think I'm stupid
On the road again like I'm singing country music
Willie, Willie, Willie, Willie, Willie, Willie Nelson
I think he finna tell, and on top, the homie stealthing
He happy with the cash, but the money's in the grams
I don't hear the box, but they must be on they phones
Shit is kinda tricky, gotta leave this shit alone

I be gone
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know, we know

Sorry, granddad, it's a Stinc meter calling
In the back kicking doors, tryna get all of my offer
I was tryna hide, but this doggy keep mauling
Come here, boy, I think they hear or they calling me
Buddha ain't the only piece I brought up in this bitch
'Cause this shit get too ugly, I'ma let off the extend
Drakeo, calm down, don't bust, it's no problem
Man, I know we out far, done seen way too many signings
Thirty seconds left, there's no need for idle time
Walking out with the safe, yeah, the deed, stocks, and bonds
But I be off drugs, shit, I'm trying not to crash
Waving his brick on the side of my face, I just laugh
Don't crash
Tossing out the beam and a mask in the trash
I know I might be sinning, I'm just tryna get the cash
Before I hit the porch, money jumping out the bed
On the road, on the road, Willie, tell 'em what you said

I be gone
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know, we know
I be gone
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
In and out fast, knock, knock, ding-dong, get the cash
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know
I be gone in sixty seconds
We know, we know, we know

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