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Drakeo The Ruler - Boogieman (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alec Tolkin
Alec Tolkin
Composer
Josh David Goldenberg
Josh David Goldenberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al B Smoov
Al B Smoov
Producer
ThankYouFizzle
ThankYouFizzle
Producer

Lyrics

Shit, you niggas know the truth (Thank You Fizzle) (Smoov what's good baby?) My life consist of double R's car pullin' Drum line nigga, nigga stomped the yard with 'em Beams on the chop finna' break a wall with 'em Hangin' with the opps, you could be his Paul Bearer Who's that creeping through your window? Charles Barkley He's just an actor he could be Mekhi Phifer Who's that holdin' Drakeo pictures? Nine lifers Get flipped like a BIC, we came in with nine lighters Who's that creepin'? It's the Boogieman, peekaboo 30 full shots out the box when I stick and move I came with some real mean guys they'll get at you I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga) Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga) I just dropped 50 on his head they'll pick it up (nigga) All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too The Boogieman in the closet, nigga, peekaboo (shit, nigga) These VVS on my neck and wrist is despicable Diamonds on my neck jewels dancing, nigga, mazel tov Don't think about it nigga, use your head 'cause we'll knock it off I got wicked thoughts in the trenches, fuck all that poppin' off Blow him out his boots with this chop', with no socks involved Shit, we ain't finna do no fighting At his momma house drinkin' syrup, pullin' all nighters Swish cheese if it's beef, leave a nigga cold turkey Grim reaper, street sweeper, it's just me the soul snatcher All these niggas act like strippers, think I seen 'em pole dancin' It's a hunnid in the chop', I just parked the 4matic The Stinc Team in the building, and we don't do no cappin' Get the fuck up out my comments 'fore I blast you Who's that creepin'? It's the Boogieman, peekaboo 30 full shots out the box when I stick and move I came with some real mean guys they'll get at you I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga) Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga) I just dropped 50 on his head they'll pick it up (nigga) All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too The Boogieman in the closet, nigga, peekaboo (shit, nigga) These VVS on my neck and wrist is despicable
Writer(s): Alec Michael Tolkin, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Josh David Goldenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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