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Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Stimme und Gesang
Ralfy the Plug
Ralfy the Plug
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter:in
Devante Caldwell
Devante Caldwell
Songwriter:in
Terrence Hackett
Terrence Hackett
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
JoogSzn
JoogSzn
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Lyrics

It's the rudest, it's the Ruler, in the booth with 20 thousand The kicks from the Draco split medulla oblongatas Ten chains, I'm a gold member, I'm Austin Powers Disgusted and musty, I really should bathe in money (damn, like that, Joog?) Chrome Hearts diamonds roll bounce like Fiji water Phineas and Ferb got a mop, don't be speaking on me Get to spelling alphabets in this bitch like I'm Keke Palmer F&Ns knocking trees down, you must be Goliath I just put a switch on a switch, I'm wavy, baby Voodoo, we cutting heads off like crazy Haitians Mae Ling taking me shopping, Rich Crazy Asians Sidekick, I keep five pits when I'm reckless aiming Hollow tips cut the loose ends, you play in my head An opp mad, I seen him clocking out at Build-A-Bear I saved California rap, you can thank me later We put Jack in a box, turned his ass to a Baconator I'm way too cool for this shit I'm way too rude for this bitch A payment, my shooters make friends Boy, don't make me have to do this again Boy, we just made a nigga strip, he's a pole dancer Chopper make a nigga flip, get his phone after Flu flamming on the road, I'm a store cracker Cash money, bling, bling, diamonds roll bouncing Man, I'm way too cool for this shit I'm way too rude for this bitch A payment, my shooters make friends Boy, don't make me have to do this again Boy, we just made a nigga strip Tear it all off, nigga, strip, don't tease me now I got a nigga bitch in my DM tryna please me now It's a lot of fag bitches that wishing they would've keep me 'round Remember them days when I was riding through Ling Ling town Niggas thought money was gon' make us humble, we gon' keep on wilding She gave me all her money 'cause she believe my talent It's nothing else you can do for me except boost my salary All this free money, you still broke, that's wild to me You couldn't have spent a lot on that chain, that's a cloudy piece Nigga said we was beefing, just sound like good eats Ralfy pharmaceutical, got plenty of gallons of good lean I like a bitch that give me money that don't got no needs He was playing games, I was getting money, I ain't had no weeds All the bitches know the drill with coach Ralfy, down on your knees Gang make L.A. look good, I'm proud to be a Stinc I'm taking all her money 'cause her nigga ain't challenging me, the Plug I'm way too cool for this shit I'm way too rude for this bitch A payment, my shooters make friends Boy, don't make me have to do this again Boy, we just made a nigga strip, he's a pole dancer Chopper make a nigga flip, get his phone after Flu flamming on the road, I'm a store cracker Cash money, bling, bling, diamonds roll bouncing Man, I'm way too cool for this shit I'm way too rude for this bitch A payment, my shooters make friends Boy, don't make me have to do this again Boy, we just made a nigga strip
Writer(s): Terrence Hackett, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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