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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter:in
Kimani Page
Kimani Page
Songwriter:in
Navin Upamaka
Navin Upamaka
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Navin Upamaka
Navin Upamaka
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Yfk98
Yfk98
Produzent:in

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Cold devil, I'ma do these niggas hella foul (YFK) Dick hanging out in public, I'm a pedophile The type of shells that'll knock down juggernaut Boom boom boom, he was shocked when the hoodie dropped Ain't with the squabbling, you finna get your celly popped And I can sense all the hatred and the animosity Brought the mud through katanas and Benihanas Make the money doing flips until it's Benihanas I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster Where the safe? Where the grams? Nigga, spit it out Duct tape and a mask, we gon' get it out you Let him live what your family gon' be yellin' out, ugh Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds Everything cool until we running in your house I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds Everything cool until we running in your house I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping Cold devil, I'm a hooligan Tired of niggas and this goofy ass jewelry Take that shit to Pablo for that buffoonery F&N shells for niggas like Booker T Silly niggas always talking 'bout booking me I think he mad 'cause the Slauson always whooping him Last supper, I can tell by your earrings And them bummy-ass clothes you be wearing When you see me up in traffic we ain't staring I hope your car bulletproof, you gon' be stranded Mr. Mosely, all they wanted was the ransom Half a mill' in the duffel bag to flash it Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds Everything cool until we running in your house I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds Everything cool until we running in your house I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping Like, keep my name out your mouth Nigga, I know y'all tired of me talkin' shit at the end of these songs though Just keep my name out your mouth, you won't have to hear from me no more Sike, bitch, I'ma still keep talking shit, fuck is you talking 'bout, nigga? This shit regular, nigga Everything cool until we running in your house Shit, had to bring Longstocking out Bitch Free everybody though Shit, this tape gon' hurt niggas' feelings
Writer(s): Darrell Caldwell, Kimani Page, Navin Brahmaji Upamaka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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