Old Drakeo Songtext
von Drakeo the Ruler
Old Drakeo Songtext
All the time
In my ear all the time, they want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo
In my ear all the time, they want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin′ fans, leavin' souls hangin′ out
On the 10, on the five, on the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson on my line cryin' 'bout flu flammin′
Mei Ling in a chokehold, we need orange chicken
Su Yung, I met two balds up in rose meat
Gone up in 62 quarts, feel the switches
Long John by the Pippy, they′ll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor trippin′, muggin' hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines, gray bags and guns firin′
If Kim Jong never grow some balls, we get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you ever when it′s rush hour, ugh
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin′ niggas with the doors hangin′ out
50 deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I′m droppin' too much music, you don′t like it, you can go in the house, bitch
The type of shit I got on me, if he speak, put some soap in his mouth
Ryu takin' Jet Li Bruce kicks, this dope comin′ down
I made a million this month independent, and I own all my masters, nigga
They tried to lock me in a box, out the window was the key, but I'm a joint, so I found it
Nigga, every day, everywhere I go, they want that old Drakeo back
But that was 2016, I drove a Benz, I like Rolls-Royce's now (for real)
They wanna see me on they block shootin′ kids with my songs playin′ loud
Shootouts in broad day, what he say?
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin′ out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin' niggas with the doors hangin′ out
50 deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I′m droppin' too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, bitch
Nigga, for real, nigga
Fuck wrong what you niggas talkin′ ′bout, nigga?
Ain't nothin′ changed, nigga, I'm still the same, nigga
Yeah, nigga, I′m just way more richer, I'm a millionaire now, so like
Nigga, you gotta understand this, nigga
Nigga, I won′t be out here doin' the same shit and all that, nigga
'Cause that′s what got me there, nigga
Y′all know what's up, nigga, I done did
Ran laps around nigga, I done chased niggas in foreigns, all that, sticks, all that, nigga
Yeah, the old Drakeo was fightin′ the death penalty, the old Drakeo ain't give a fuck
You hear me? Like, nigga, pick which one you want
Y′all want me to make music, nigga, or y'all want me out here, nigga
Wildin′ out? Shootin' at niggas and all that crazy shit, nigga
Nigga, you want the old Drakeo? I'm still the old Drakeo
Haha, I just got more money and I′m smarter
In my ear all the time, they want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo
In my ear all the time, they want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin′ fans, leavin' souls hangin′ out
On the 10, on the five, on the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson on my line cryin' 'bout flu flammin′
Mei Ling in a chokehold, we need orange chicken
Su Yung, I met two balds up in rose meat
Gone up in 62 quarts, feel the switches
Long John by the Pippy, they′ll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor trippin′, muggin' hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines, gray bags and guns firin′
If Kim Jong never grow some balls, we get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you ever when it′s rush hour, ugh
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin′ niggas with the doors hangin′ out
50 deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I′m droppin' too much music, you don′t like it, you can go in the house, bitch
The type of shit I got on me, if he speak, put some soap in his mouth
Ryu takin' Jet Li Bruce kicks, this dope comin′ down
I made a million this month independent, and I own all my masters, nigga
They tried to lock me in a box, out the window was the key, but I'm a joint, so I found it
Nigga, every day, everywhere I go, they want that old Drakeo back
But that was 2016, I drove a Benz, I like Rolls-Royce's now (for real)
They wanna see me on they block shootin′ kids with my songs playin′ loud
Shootouts in broad day, what he say?
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin′ out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin' niggas with the doors hangin′ out
50 deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I′m droppin' too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, bitch
Nigga, for real, nigga
Fuck wrong what you niggas talkin′ ′bout, nigga?
Ain't nothin′ changed, nigga, I'm still the same, nigga
Yeah, nigga, I′m just way more richer, I'm a millionaire now, so like
Nigga, you gotta understand this, nigga
Nigga, I won′t be out here doin' the same shit and all that, nigga
'Cause that′s what got me there, nigga
Y′all know what's up, nigga, I done did
Ran laps around nigga, I done chased niggas in foreigns, all that, sticks, all that, nigga
Yeah, the old Drakeo was fightin′ the death penalty, the old Drakeo ain't give a fuck
You hear me? Like, nigga, pick which one you want
Y′all want me to make music, nigga, or y'all want me out here, nigga
Wildin′ out? Shootin' at niggas and all that crazy shit, nigga
Nigga, you want the old Drakeo? I'm still the old Drakeo
Haha, I just got more money and I′m smarter
Writer(s): Terrence Hackett, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
