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Drakeo The Ruler – Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You Lyrics

The window shopper, nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you talking about all these coupes and shit niggas driving. Back of your Snapchat, ’96 Volvo. [Verse 1]
All that dick riding’ll get a nigga flipped
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don’t need no help
This forty bulging on my hip, I don’t need no belt
Luke Skywalkin’, pints caulkin’, I’m an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits
The Stinc man will come supply my Grammys
I guess that’s a double whammy
[Chorus]
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
[Verse 2]
Clown niggas, niggas be actors
An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion
These niggas act up, I’m whamming niggas in traffic
You can’t run that far, I’m driving the Nascar
I’m blatant if I’m pagan shit, nigga if it’s vacancy
Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me, we ain’t finna make a scene
You ain’t gettin’ bread so you hate on me basically
Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a Stinc, high as f**k off the Stinc
Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering
Niggas just be poppin’ it, the grey bags is all around
[Chorus]
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
[Outro]
They be doin’ all this popping and all this fly shit and all that. Come on fool. Come on fool, we know you. Niggas talkin’ all that, poppin’ all that fly shit and all that shit. That shit sound good, shit nigga, in person you got busted ass Air Forces, motherf**kers yellow at the bottom, just keep poppin’ that shit though nigga. Acting like they blowing bands and all that. All that stealing and shit niggas doing fool. All that boosting niggas doing nigga. All that shit on Pro Tools and all that.

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Drakeo The Ruler – They Don’t Know You Lyrics (feat. Ralfy The Plug)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Benjamin Franklin, them ain’t none of your friends
It’s money calling, bitch go and make you some new friends
It’s diamonds on my neck, they hit the light, they do the dance
Don’t run up on me, boy that Glock forty do not jam
Benjamin, Jackson, or Grant don’t even know you
Niggas love to rap ’cause they can boost ’bout shit on Pro Tools
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Nigga they don’t even know you
All that flexing on Pro Tools
Bitch you know it’s the motive
Bitch I’m holding a hundred
F&N what I’m holding
I done paid off my offer
Flu flamm with a stocking
With my jewels in the moshpit
Pippi Longstocking damn, all of my friends are dead
Benjamin Franklin, I’m tryna beat the feds
Lil bitch I don’t f**k for free, but you can give me head
Big Banc Uchies in my hand, you want me cut the check
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Talkin’ about all this money and all that nigga
Let me see some nigga, like nigga
What you talkin’ ’bout nigga I said like
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know
They don’t know you nigga, like, like like
Like it on some Javar shit, like all, all on a jewelry like
All these f**king diamonds, I’m like
And they like like, where your ex? Tell them like, that nigga said
What that nigga say? oh, okay, okay
Benjamin Franklin, them ain’t none of your friends, bomb