Drakeo The Ruler - Refugee Freestyle lyrics

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Drakeo The Ruler - Refugee Freestyle lyrics

We at Ruth Chris celebrating All my opps they never make it Beams on sh*t, that's mandatory Left a spot in heaven for you Damn right I'm paranoid You know how I did them boys Who cold as me thuggin'? I'll put them sheets on you See these VVs on me, I'll put them Gs on you I got on VLONE, we turned it to orange Jungle Fever, go Justin Bieber Even Stevens? No, I don't think so I know I'm stupid, slide me the uzi Silent shooters, sniper movies Hyper groupies, fight me for 'em This life is over, no you don't want this This ain't what you want, we don't make country songs We don't put nobodies on, we don't wanna hear your songs You givin' out weirdo vibes I told y'all a million times Took his gun but I still got mine No jugs, I'm still gon' fly No hugs, I'm in and out her She's in love with pills and powder Could never trust no thotties, when they went caught them bodies b*tch I'm from the streets, I'm on the run, it's really time to park I'm with Mei Ling from the Philippine, she in love with Bruno Mars Can your love buy two more cars? Is your love gon' pay this man? Can your love make bullets stop? Heard your love get ni**as shot Heard your love cost {?} Heard they drug him with a mop Type of love these b*tches got? My drugs better get you some My plug, better get you one Hot dog, put a stick in one Heard your dog got chicken pox Heard him mom got ni**as watched Better watch how you spin this block Man, these new switches tough Heard this lil b*tch is stuffed, might have to go get me some Heard of me, I'm Drakeo We served you Karo Beam on you like {?} He's mashed potatoes I don't know how to lay low It's on a don on the Wraith, hoe Oh you in real estate? We knockin' down {?} Beams and the drums, you can be who you want That broke sh*t is contagious and I don't need me the runs If you ever sneak diss me, I believe you should run There's an empty spot in Heaven, you can be with your son If you thought that's disrespectful, you should see when I'm done I'm a flu flammin' ni**a, with these three little guns Stop talking to me about jewelry, I'm Mr. T, what I'm on Turn this b*tch to killer season, I just peed on the block Get rid of the residue, almost peed on my watch Who brought this ni**a wearing Jordans? I'll swing on a cop Ever since I dissed that paper suit, I had the streets in a knot With the freakiest thots, couldn't believe what she caught I mean it's serious, there's ni**as coppin' pleas but I ain't hearin' No more {?} it's getting ridiculous That b*tch you {?} she might bring syphilis You ain't hear me? Let it rip again I'm with Ling Ling but I'm Mei Ling curious I don't want no b*tch that's from {?} I take all my mug shots with asparagus This sh*t is terrible Boy, who you starin' at? Yeah exactly ni**a. You know what's going on. You ain't staring at nothin'. Yeah, yeah, yeah