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Drakeo The Ruler – Take It How U Want Lyrics

shit these niggas vicious
Say it to my face, these niggas be sneak dissin’
Maison Margielas the same as my Beretta
Grab a shoe and wear it, these niggas be Cinderellas
Made it thunderstorm, blew your umbrellas, who do it better? I body bag opponents
Niggas got that crooked face bitch but Drakeo put you on it
[Outro]
Mister Mosely, damn take it how you want it, bitch
Ten chains on bitch, my neck hurt, shit, ugh
It’s regular Sheesh, tell these niggas shut they f**kin’ mouths
The grinch just stole Christmas, Easter, and another pouch
What you want? Lightning, brightening, frightening, my wrist a thundercat
Bop me, top me, slop me, can I come home to that? Poured a five, I’m gone, let Mister Mosely rap
Grimy, shiesty, sniper, he went culdesacs
Margiela, Maison sweater, can’t get two old for that
Get crucified, the Ruler, know where my throne is at
Own me, owe me, clone me, but you can’t do this here
In V’s with Bathing Ape, ’cause I ain’t new to this
Big banc uchie for sure, this ain’t a crucifix
Ugh, she show mud, they know just who it is
I am Mister Mosely, got niggas shootin’ kids
I really don’t condone it, my life of Judases
Snakey, snakey, snakey, send fire through the pits
My hitman treacherous, Bino, he known for shootin’ kids
ISIS, crisis, for a hundred I could call him in
He crazy, sprayin’ me ‘fore he even get to say I’m in
Never say never but I ain’t never tryna see the pen
Fix your face, you mad but I just came to win
Could never build a label when niggas is showin’ favoritism
And watch your mouth or what’s gon’ happen, you know just what it is
Stinky stinky chinky, homewrecker to the kids
Drakeo calm down for what? [Verse]
I’m a nightmare, don’t fight fair, but we ain’t come for that
Look my face is covered in blues, what’s that, a hundred stacks?

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Drakeo The Ruler – Mr. Maison Lyrics

Maison, the police wanna chase me
Identify me by these Maisons, they like Drakeo go crazy
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? Runnin’ down Weston, nickname me Mr. Maison, the police wanna chase me
Identify me by these Maisons, they like Drakeo go crazy
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? Maison, that’s my name, huh
How you talkin’ shit with your pants down, brains out
Sheesh, you got some nerve
Poured off this Act so all my lingo got a slur
Just found fifty, I guess bingo was the word
Twitter thugs, couldn’t find these silly niggas with a bird
Get burnt, please don’t go against the word
Shit gettin’ ugly, let’s get this juice from the murder
Too turnt, pull up on these niggas, skrrt
Bambino hop out, let’s see him run from a nerd
All my hitmans came from the ISIS, less murderers
Two cellphones for the juggs and the murders
[Chorus]
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? Niggas clowns, always playin’ around
Shoot you and that fifth of Brandy since you wanna be down
Listen Billy, please stop with all that cryin’
I don’t want your free feature so please stop with all that whinin’
Bustdown on my wrist, he lookin’ for the perfect timin’
Mister Mosely get dough, just check my f**kin’ number file
[Chorus]
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? Maison, the police wanna chase me
Identify me by these Maisons, they like Drakeo go crazy Maison, the police wanna chase me
Identify me by these Maisons, they like Drakeo go crazy
[Verse 1]
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? [Intro]
Should I, should I keep sayin’ this shit
Like, I mean, you already know this number two, right? Nah bitch it’s Mr. Maison, the police wanna chase me
Identify me by these Maisons, they like Drakeo go crazy
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? Nah bitch it’s Mr. Nah bitch it’s Mr. Nah bitch it’s Mr. Nah bitch it’s Mr. Yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch I got two cellphones, who the f**k I think I’m Gates? Maison, the police wanna chase me
Identify me by these Maisons, they like Drakeo go crazy
[Verse 2]
Mr. Maison
Don’t chase me, John Lee said I’m crazy
Eighty to the face got my fans thinkin’ I made it
I was in the town, doin’ my rounds
Fix that face or do I gotta man down? Nah bitch it’s Mr.