D.R. Da Rula - Tapanga Lyrics

Bitch it's D.R. you feel me go crazy
This for the hoes, hide yo bitch
Its D.R. Da Rula
I make the bangers and I keep a banger
She wanna f*ck cause this ring on my finger
Wont tie her down, put no ring on her finger
Young wild boy I like the danger
Don't wanna hear yo mouth I deal with anger
I swear I just wanna get mouth from a singer
She say her pussy lips look like Topanga's
After I hit it I couldn't even name her
She don't wanna f*ck with me I cannot blame her
That's what the alcohol do you heard Jamie
All of that Henny turned me to a stranger
I want the money don't wanna be famous
Momma behind on a couple of payments
The f*ck is you saying boy I am not playing
I can not do no show unless you paying
I need me a Ranger, a Coup, and a Benz
Remember we had to shoot moves for them ends
Just to get back to hood and show love
Spend it all just be broke again
Never again, never again
Provide for the family I don't got no friends
This is my brother, no this ain't my mans
If we got 10 we gone split the gram
If you touch my brother I might hit yo mans
Don't need no Xans
We don't do swine cant f*ck with no hams
I heard my ex just got back with her ex
Tell her I'm finna go marry these bands
This could be us but you f*cked up the plan
This could be lust but I'm gone hit again
Don't wanna be friends
Don't wanna be sober
I'm losing my memory
Yo how do I know you
I got a new lens
I got a new focus

Listen to me
I usually quit it but I'm gone keep going
I'm back on my job I got straight to the motions
I ain't got no time for no sneak-dissing type nigga
Wine sipping ole in my feelings bitch type nigga
What
No
Where the hoes bro

I keep the piece on me case its commotion
Closed casket left a nigga open
How he want war, he ain't a soldier
Niggas tired of watching over shoulders
I look like money but I am not folding
I don't pray for money I pray to be chosen
I don't choose on bitches that's too many choices
I just want my watch and my chain to be golden
Golden child and she know it
Touching down, if she throw it
F*ck her to my mixtape and every song she cum to bet she gone promote it
Tha'ts Da Rula
Make her tat it, quote it
XXL, all her bitches voting cause the dick potent
Everybody caught a contact
These ain't dime bags all these bitches choking
I'm a lumberjack the woods rolling
Cant put this fire out I'm still smoking
I'm on 94 I'm still floating
Swerving out the lane like the wheel broken
Gotta slow it down, 12 will notice
That the seal open and the steel poking
Hit the plug so the pills stolen
You should never ever try to play a D nigga
Every O we would kill for it

I lost my feelings cant show no emotion
I plot on the top like a wanna be lonely
She gave me top right outside of the Coney I ain't even want it
I just sit back while I wait on my moment
Yeah bitch
This 9 on my side it look like an exponent
Just ready to knock the opp out my opponent
If you mention D.R. the Doc gone get on you nigga
If you mention D.R. the Doc gone get on you nigga