Drakeo The Ruler - Too Icey lyrics

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Drakeo The Ruler - Too Icey lyrics

{verse 1} We are not the same you don’t have enough ice I lift up my sleeve, and damn, almost went blind It’s gon’ be really hard to see me under strobe lights If you see me with a f&n, ni**a don’t mind me (diego, bankroll got it) He tried to run up on a chop, i had to clothesline him Sneak dissin’ on the net got me dumbfounded It’s gon’ be a lot of funerals and closed caskets They was screamin’ free me, and now it go backwards Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net {chorus} Shooters with me that’s gon’ leave a ni**a strеtched Who don’t like me? i camе in rockin’ cartier patek Sneak dissin’ when i know you is a fan, i’m too icey Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net Shooter with me that’s gon’ leave a ni**a stretched Who don’t like me? i came in rockin’ cartier patek Sneak dissin’ when i know you is a fan, i’m too icey (uh sh*t) Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause i’m way too icey (uh sh*t ni**a) Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments ni**a, fu*k who don’t like me {verse 2} If you dig it, then you gotta get the shovel Mud spillin’ while i’m dancin’ with the devil I’m a villain, but the lord will be my shepherd Stick talk, left his body like a leopard Once again, can’t nobody do it better A punk rocker, i be playin’ heavy metal This was all, throw them fifty three hundred I love the fit, but i gotta rock a drum with it These is bally’s from the police i’ma run in em’ I’m a felon on parole, plus there’s guns in here Ain’t from the streets, i suggest you don’t come in here I flood the studio with neiman marcus shopping bags {chorus} Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net Shooters with me that’s gon’ leave a ni**a stretched Who don’t like me? i came in rockin’ cartier patek Sneak dissin’ when i know you is a fan, i’m too icey Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net Shooter with me that’s gon’ leave a ni**a stretched Who don’t like me? i came in rockin’ cartier patek Sneak dissin’ when i know you is a fan, i’m too icey (uh sh*t) Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause i’m way too icey (uh sh*t ni**a) Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments ni**a, fu*k who don’t like me {verse 3} ni**as don’t like me, and i’m glad they let me know it I’ma sit outside his momma house, then read a poem Don’t worry ‘bout them bentley’s double parked, that’s just a song Good punch lines, but i’ma do a ni**a wrong Where was ni**as at when i was sittin’ in the can? Where was ni**as at when i ran through two hundred bands? I’ma slap a ni**a till’ he wake up out his dream Then tell him how i left his bm house, and it was cream {pre-chorus} What is real money? you don’t even know the meaning To wake up, up in heaven but still go to sleep with demon What is real money? you don’t even know the meaning To wake up, up in heaven but still go to sleep with demon (the ruler) {chorus} Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net Shooters with me that’s gon’ leave a ni**a stretched Who don’t like me? i came in rockin’ cartier patek Sneak dissin’ when i know you is a fan, i’m too icey Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net Shooter with me that’s gon’ leave a ni**a stretched Who don’t like me? i came in rockin’ cartier patek Sneak dissin’ when i know you is a fan, i’m too icey (uh sh*t) Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause i’m way too icey (uh sh*t ni**a) Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments ni**a, fu*k who don’t like me