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Drakeo The Ruler - "Pippy Long Stockin" feat. Ketchy The Great & Ralfy The Plug (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
Ketchy the Great
Ketchy the Great
Vocals
Ralfy the Plug
Ralfy the Plug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Devante Caldwell
Devante Caldwell
Songwriter
Navin Upamaka
Navin Upamaka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duse Beatz
Duse Beatz
Producer
Navin Upamaka
Navin Upamaka
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's the Ruler I know I'm a problem 2-2-3 shells if I see red and Robin Hood Venus and Serena, all the diamonds up on my neck I mud walked through Barneys but in Neimans I dropped a check Hating ass nigga, faking ass nigga Always staring at my table ass nigga Get some money, niggas funny, I pegged him, Al Bundy I'm riding with antique silverware on the lunch tray The road, Willie Nelson, you baby boy melting up in hell But it's cold tryna horror walk with Elvis Presley, don't test me, this modified X3 Just let the birds fly, we finna slaughter the messenger Money on my mind, head ties like a Mexican My wrist named me the president, niggas ain't pressing Shit sippin' on this mud, lord said it's my destiny Niggas wanna step to me, flu flamm, dead on scene Niggas politicking, they get dropped for Twitter mentions Dropping shells on his block and hit his mom and see the witness Droppin' Wock in my pop, when I bop I take prescriptions Hear the rubber band pop on my knots, I just hit a lick Stop it with the scheming, Stinkies have you screaming in a ditch Knock a nigga's dreads off for talking like a bitch Heavy metal, rock and roll, I might knock at the moshpit In a mansion backyard feeling like a locksmith I'm robbing, I'm 'bout more green than a goblin If I go broke, shit I'm serving my bitch tonsils Clown ass niggas remind me of Willy Wonka Drakeo got the Draco, 'bout to get rid of the politics, gang Stinc Team, it's the flu flamm bleed team Ding dong ditch, nobody's home, we finna bleed the scene Door knock, it's the front door, stove popper Climb through your window like the Grinch, fuck your Christmas Flu flamming, snatching presents off your wishlist Got niggas mad, all in they feelings, having bitch fits Pouring up fours, got they hoes tryna lick dick Please don't run up on me or we gon' flip shit Moncler coat 'cause it get cold in the winter Niggas ain't getting no dough, they pretending Bust down, bust down, I know you see my neck froze Bitch come fuck with a pimp, we can get dough, the Plug Longstocking, Longstocking Pippi Longstocking nigga Longstocking, Longstocking Pippi Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking Nigga Longstocking Longstocking I'ma air this bitch out. They be talking like, nigga they be talking like they want that nigga, like nigga I talk like nigga. Nigga talk like stand on the ropes like they goin' Hulk Hogan nigga. Pippi Longstocking, hanging out, showboating nigga. Yeah, all that. Niggas want to jack the lingo and all that, You gotta switch it up. You know, shanaynay, Pippi Longstocking, and all that. Nigga just knocked down Golaith and whoever. Debo, nigga just knocked down Brad, nigga all that nigga. Nigga you heard what I said? Boy keep a chopstick and all that for bullies nicknamed Brad And all that nigga. Fuck you thought you was Suge or something nigga? Nigga, any nigga I talk to they'll be like nigga Longstocking Longstocking Pippi Longstocking Longstocking I had to shut the show down, bitch
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Breyshon D Johnson, Unknown Writer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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