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Up The Score Lyrics - Artist : Drakeo The Ruler
Pull up in them foreigns
Wildin like we Jordan We ain't goin back and forth, you never home Opps steady sneak dissin, but can never up the score Another peace officer dead, man this shit is getting boring Fuck Covid man I really need to tour Fuck a wifey, man I really need what's yours Is looking like you finna be in a divorce I got the fire, you'll be unemployed How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Man How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Look How we gon beef, he ain't dead, get a x-ray Dumped his shells out, leave the burner where my ex stay Hit the east coast, on the field where the Mets play When I'm bored, make her do tricks like the X Games [?], work hard like an ese Spanish bitch on a dick, begging for the leche Compton crip nigga [?] Cool on the drugs but the homies call me jefe Brown Julio, pat round be don't this To much, talking out the mouth get a new bitch Old bitch rollin with the homies, clueless Shanti versing with the clip, foolish This Red Bull, hit the drink, I got wings bitch That .45 with a kit, got a mean grit Manifest what I want, I don't dream shit Lookin for a door, cuddle up with that dream bitch How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Look How we gon beef when you niggas ain't got not funds Had me on the news, and I took em on the run Brought the sticks out, they don't want to have no fun Imma die about this shit, I put that on my son Suckas up the way, hit a nigga cause I'm poppin Imma shoot it out in the mall if I'm shoppin Imma lie to the lil bitch, she think we rockin Dumb lil bitch, thinkin she the only topic That's a Micheal Kors purse bitch, you need to stop it That's the type shit that yo nigga got you rockin Yea I took a trip to Michigan for the profit Guns layin all around this bitch, yea we got it Two percs, who gon kill everybody standin Cameras everywhere, you little niggas better not panick I ain't come to party, bitch I come to do some damage Hittin every block, chasin niggas with this cannon How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Man How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows |
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