Paroles de la chanson IngleWEIRD par Drakeo The Ruler

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Paroles de la chanson IngleWEIRD par Drakeo The Ruler

(Smoov, what's good baby?)
(Aha) I want the flamer on, bitch, I want to kill, yeah
Niggas ain't gettin' no money

And this shit gettin' IngleWeird
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
Nigga, I'm the don, turn the whole Cali against you
Tie a nigga up, he hang over, you'll be black dove
Hunnid out the chop, try to box, he'll get whacked up
Bruce Lee kicks on the mop knock his plugs out
He's a cult member, hang him up like a coat then
Jenny from the block make him rock like we slow dancin'

The Ruler, I'm the don, niggas know that I'm a foolie
It's Forgis on the Dawn, only poor people buy Rucci
In eight months for bеatin' life, I got a million for recoupment
Talibans and thеy blood huntin', spinnin' with his kufi
Shoot somethin', they don't even be outside for me to do nothin'
I'm wearin' two kilos, get him whacked for a C-note
Think I'm Weezy F. Baby, Ice Cream and Go DJ
The fireman, I burnt him, we ain't tryna hear them sermons
Y'all be giving when we pull up to them trenches with them fullys
Turnin' party gang members into witnesses, who man is this? For real (For real)

How you join a gang when you twenty-five?
Drakeo do they know wit' you it's do or die?
And when you fry all yo' opps, make it supersized
I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami
They let me in the club with my toolie hot
Stone a nigga quick I medusafied him, get down
Thirty-three shots, Scotty pip out, spin laps
Turn the suburbs of Inglewood to a gym factory
Just dance, Brian Pumper, pussy nigga, jump man
The Stinc Team run L.A., you gotta come better
Please take yo' hollow chains back to your one jeweler
It's time to set the play up, I'm a punt kicker
No name niggas always wanna be a part of somethin'
Since niggas want a handout, I gotta let him hold a hunnid
Know a lot of niggas told in Inglewood, y'all condonin' snitchin'

I just dropped fifty on a blind nigga, he ain't see it comin'
Keep the homie name out yo' mouth or white sheets be covered
Blow a nigga toppings off of bread, it's a pizza party
Niggas cold as fuck even with a Boosie feature
Bygones be bygones, that wouldn't even do for Jesus
Niggas sweet as buttercups, turn his ass to Reese's Pieces
Left a massacre at Neimans, if a pile was left, then clean it
You can take it how you want to, receive it, I'm a demon
Inglewood niggas weenies, I'ma felon, you a preacher
Talk to me, I was poppin' 'fore I had the Drake feature

Shout-out Aubrey, that's my nigga, realer than a lot of niggas
Don't run up on me with my jewelry, I be quick to pop a nigga
Dread heads in the car, got some top shottas with me

Uh, shit
You know, uh-uh, we ain't goin' back and forth, know what I mean?
Uh, nigga, I'll make everybody hate niggas, uh, man, y'all know
Yeah, I am, I'm the truth, nigga
My voice is strong, so
Nigga, Chevy my frames
Niggas cliquin' up and all that, nigga
Niggas in, I don't understand that shit, nah
Niggas don't like us but wanna rap like us, like

Niggas wanna buy the same shit we do
Niggas wanna go to the same jewelers as us
Niggas can't get the same jewelry as us, can't drive the same cars as us
Like, nigga, anyway, you know the truth, man, long live Jameon Davis and all that
Yeah, free [? 2:44 Kelfy], all that, yeah, you know the truth

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