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Evil Thoughts (feat. RjMrLa)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
RJmrLA
RJmrLA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Rodney Jerome Brown Jr
Rodney Jerome Brown Jr
Songwriter
LaRon Robinson
LaRon Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRupNext
DRupNext
Producer
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
Producer

Lyrics

Shit, you know what's going on You know the truth (DRUpNext) (RonRon, load it up, RonRon, load it up) Pick it off the ground, make him spin around Ask about the Stincs, yeah, we run LA They say, "Drakeo, we can't hear you," it be more than loud Let the K off, he doing jumping jacks (RonRon, do that sh-) They nicknamed me the cold Devil These .223s make souls shatter Striptease, he's a pole dancer We do Percs, y'all be off meth He say it's beef, when he see me, they be nice as Caillou He tried to run up it, chop dropkicked him, Ryu You heard the team was in the club, send 'em up, we sideswiped 'em Killed the club, bring the casket, he drowned from nine bottles You do not be on that tough shit when you see us All your homies Buster Douglas, they all Winnies Marcus, I caught him at the light, he start speeding Shooters in the Dawn, left the victim in the Prius Shit, nigga We millionaires, are you sure you wanna beef with us? For real, nigga Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces Nigga It's a movie in the chop, you're Jeepers Creepers Nigga (I like that) Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces Yeah, millionaires, honey buns get you glazed Get the drop on the opps, get to 'em without Waze Hit a bank, come home to a ticket, crime pays Serve a table, mix the chowder and chicken and sauté Hit your bitch up 12 ways, might dick it, but just a little Gotta watch what I say 'cause killers is sentimental .45 lie on my back, I'm Don Mitchell Better pick who you want to come visit in hospital Shit, I'm tryna exit out that building, break the latches Can't let 'em stress me out, they'll leave me in a casket Apply the pressure up in the nigga like gymnastics All that dissing, gon' have your niggas get you tatted R.I.P. before your name Riding 'round, what we doing? Me and Drakeo together, you niggas know we undefeated Bottegas on Bentayga pedals, oh, I'm the one speeding You do not be on that tough shit when you see us All your homies Buster Douglas, they all Winnies Marcus, I caught him at the light, he start speeding Shooters in the Dawn, left the victim in the Prius Shit, nigga We millionaires, are you sure you wanna beef with us? For real, nigga Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces Nigga It's a movie in the chop, you're Jeepers Creepers Nigga (I like that) Evil thoughts when we snatching them Jesus pieces
Writer(s): Ron Ron, Darrell Caldwell, Rodney Brown Jr, Lawrence Risher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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