Drakeo The Ruler - Just Dance lyrics

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Drakeo The Ruler - Just Dance lyrics

[Verse 1] Just dance when these choppers hit the floor like Lady Gaga Stripped him, I was at the studio eating steak and lobster Big bands, doing tricks and flips like Benihana's What the fu*k are these ni**as talking 'bout? They don't want no problems I'll jump off the stage right now and make his car race Track stars, have these ni**as running backwards in broad day Got the [?] on me, fair one some', sh*t, I tag him Nobody home, heard you got a lil son, fu*k it, toe tag his kid Heard my opps don't like me, just know I got all they addresses If we ain't shoot his house up right now, know we double backed on it Guns and funds, the drugs jumpin' off the mattresses Cannons, I'm finna put some flash on all these actresses At his BM house, what that sound like, mac and cheese? For 1.99 a opp'll get whacked. toe tag him please You ever at me on the gram, just know I'm packin' heat ni**as die everyday, B, it's all lives for me [Hook] We ain't finna go back 'n' forth, we ready to drop some' Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin', we got his block jumpin' A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go, the cops comin' Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, we put holes in his white tee Since ni**as like Instagram so much they gon' die on it Two two three shells rockin' in his head while he live streaming The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here I don't know why ni**as is lookin' so surprised, we don't fight ni**as [Verse 2] Chops off, ni**a, meep meep, he's a road runner Grim reaper, this a street sweeper, I'm a soul snatcher Hoes out, made a ni**a strip, he's a pole dancer Mask on, holding Pippy Long, ain't doin' no rappin' ni**as get flipped, hollow tips, don't try to blame me Play caller, get the blueprint, b*tch, I'm Jay Z Touchdown, it was rush hour, like where Juntao? 50 shots, Lil Uzi bought me like I'm JT [Hook] We ain't finna go back 'n' forth, we ready to drop some' Rolls Royce and Bentleys car pullin', we got his block jumpin' A hundred shots up in his Corolla, let's go, the cops comin' Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, we put holes in his white tee Since ni**as like Instagram so much they gon' die on it Two two three shells rockin' in his head while he live streaming The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here I don't know why ni**as is lookin' so surprised, we don't fight ni**as