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touchable freestyle - drakeo the ruler lyrics

[verse]
hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable
used to slap his music till i found out he was touchin’ kids
weird n*ggas all up on my line, where you find this beat?
and all the glitter from yo’ neck is blinding me, sh*t
i guess it’s time for me to speak my truth now
this nina got a d*ck on it, i’m aiming it at rupaul
dilated pupils, .45’s no rugers
mr. big bank buddha, that’s mr. big back uchie
big back uchie face, mae ling, susan lee
oh god, i just love just what you do to me
my hitman actually went to school with me
i don’t want no paisas in my jewelry
i don’t have no time for no buffoonery
nice long ruler clips, my mansion’s in the hills
i’ll headshot any n*gga tryna cancel beef
police ass n*ggas, in my ear, stop harassing me
catastrophes, tragedies, bullets coming at rapid speed
five thousand hunnids on a mattress please, add it up
these rap n*ggas corny, i’ll slap the sh*t out ’em
this is a stupid chop gotta got held back a few classes
n*ggas seen a pump, then he scream he got asthma
even store runners can learn about gymnastics
it’s three hundred in a duffle you know b*tch do a backflip
lyin’ bout sh*t he don’t do, he’s the captain
capper, i came with the flu flammers and jackers
i’m a demon, ghetto heathen, believe me
beat it him with a grey bag, blood all up in neiman’s
leave a n*gga like a scarecrow, tonight is like jeepers creepers
two letters on a chop made him sing like justin bieber
oh, how many bodies you got? i don’t believe you
put these tips on you, i’ll split your rig, run*up
man, this chop got bruce lee kick on it
like his ass in time out, you notice i’ll put a switch on him
i’m from the stinc team, and we don’t do big homies
finna slide on they block, yes indeed this when thugs cry
he wanted to at me on twitter and be a tough guy, dumbass
i’d advise you to block me
chop hitting harder than balboa rocky
street sweeper but i came in with a mop stick
b*tch you really don’t want no beef, you should drop it
just dance tommy the clown ass n*gga
r.i.p. with the pound right it front out
paint a n*gga, you a clown is your crusty?
disgusting, f*ck me, i should have been on musty
funny ass n*ggas all look like chris tucker
rush hour b*tch i’m looking for juntao, i’m finna bust em
mae ling, soo young, my watch is not two tone
bald head caillou’s, i need all the blue ones
i spent my life running from shooting newton
pull the double r to the block, to do it to em
the ruler
we know the truth
we know what’s going on
touchable n*gga, mhm

- drakeo the ruler lyrics

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