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Drakeo the Ruler - 10 [Official Video] Shot by @LewisYouNasty
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Daniel Lawrence Risher
Daniel Lawrence Risher
Songwriter
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRupNext
DRupNext
Producer
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
Producer

Lyrics

Mud spillin' in the Dawn This a chop, this a stick, bro, which one you want? Finna do a nigga sleazy, we tore down Neimans 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 thе yard Ten niggas finna tell, ten niggas scarеd 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 wearin' fake clothes Roll bounce, make it glitter, make it rainbow This a case closed, niggas better not say nothin' 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 Pourin' 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 goin' 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 playin' with me Ten whips in the yard Ten sticks in the car
Writer(s): Ron Ron, Darrell Caldwell, Lawrence Risher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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