Just Dance - Drakeo the Ruler

Just Dance

Drakeo the Ruler

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Lyric

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 fuck are these niggas talkin' 'bout? They don't want no problems

I'll jump off the stage right now and make his car race

Track stars, have these niggas runnin' backwards in broad day

Got the fin on me, Ferb want some', should I tag him in?

Nobody home, heard you got a lil' son, fuck it, toe tag his kid

Heard my opps don't like me, just know I got all they addresses

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 on, I'm finna put some flash on all these actresses

At his BM house, what that sound like, mac and cheese?

For one-ninety-nine, a opp'll get whacked, toe tag him please

You ever at me on the 'Gram, just know I'm packin' heat

Niggas die everyday, B, it's all lives for me

We ain't finna go back and forth, we ready to drop somethin'

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 niggas like Instagram so much they gon' die on it

223 shells rockin' in his head while he live streamin'

The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here

I don't know why niggas is lookin' so surprised, we don't fight niggas

Chops off, nigga, meep-meep, he's a road runner

Grim reaper, this a street sweeper, I'm a soul snatcher

Hoes out, made a nigga strip, he's a pole dancer

Mask on, holdin' Pippi Long, ain't doin' no rappin'

Niggas get flipped, hollow tips, don't try to blame me

Play caller, get the blueprint, bitch, I'm Jay-Z

Touchdown, it was rush hour, like where Juntao?

Fifty shots, Lil Uzi buy me like I'm JT

We ain't finna go back and forth, we ready to drop somethin'

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 niggas like Instagram so much they gon' die on it

223 shells rockin' in his head while he live streamin'

The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here

I don't know why niggas is lookin' so surprised, we don't fight niggas

Cameras, crews out, somebody died here, uh

Hahaha

Know the chosen one, bitch

We ain't like, 223

They gon' die on it

Since niggas like Instagram so much they gon' die on it

223s all up in his head while he live streamin'

Ha, you know the chosen

- It's already the end -