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Quit Rappin Video (MV)




Performed By: Drakeo the Ruler
Length: 2:55
Written by: Darell Caldwell




Drakeo the Ruler - Quit Rappin Lyrics
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Snakes in the rear tryna get with me
It'll be a bloody war when the Crips with me
She's a stripper, I should strip her
All these bitches gotta pay and they sisters, shit (Damn, like that, Joog?)
This shit mind-blowing
I can't even see my watch or the time on it
But am I supposed to?
If I could, I wouldn't be Mr. Mosely
I'm the shit talker
A hundred thousand on my lap while I'm fish-boning
I'll put a nigga out with all this water
Headshot, your mans gone, now let's get started
Bitch, I'm Hugh Hefner
I would've hit her all alone, but it take group effort
Normally, she was mine, but I'm too special
I kung fu'd the front door, Ryu, Tekken

I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'
I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'

These niggas cornballs
He gon' be DOA, I should warn y'all
I got problems
I wouldn't last one minute up in college
On our Father
He gon' be art in Heaven, try to rob me
I should stop it
But the devil in me sayin' I should watch it
It's a blizzard
But I wouldn't tell a soul how I did it
This shit chess, not checkers, lil' nigga
I don't wanna do no song with you niggas
I'm tryna figure out what's wrong with you niggas
They done made fifty chromes out of niggas
Nigga actin' fake tough, we gon' hook him up
You should really chill out on the Tookie stuff

I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'
I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'

Niggas gon' be hot
Ayy, niggas gon' remember too
I put, I put that WorldStar post up too, niggas gon' be like
Damn, a nigga (This call is being recorded)
You need to, uh
You need to go fill out that application at McDonalds ass nigga
Bitch ass nigga, f*ck ass
Oh, shit, bro, that's the funny thing
F*ck he thought he was, he thought he was Suge? Nigga
Brad, nigga? Chill out, Brad
Rich, f*ck
Come on, bruh, let's, let's, let's start me up, bro
I don't got all day, man
Global Tel Link is takin' all a nigga money
I don't f*ckin' need
Niggas can't f*ck with me, bro
(Thank you for using GTL)
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Snakes in the rear tryna get with me
It'll be a bloody war when the Crips with me
She's a stripper, I should strip her
All these bitches gotta pay and they sisters, shit (Damn, like that, Joog?)
This shit mind-blowing
I can't even see my watch or the time on it
But am I supposed to?
If I could, I wouldn't be Mr. Mosely
I'm the shit talker
A hundred thousand on my lap while I'm fish-boning
I'll put a nigga out with all this water
Headshot, your mans gone, now let's get started
Bitch, I'm Hugh Hefner
I would've hit her all alone, but it take group effort
Normally, she was mine, but I'm too special
I kung fu'd the front door, Ryu, Tekken

I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'
I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'

These niggas cornballs
He gon' be DOA, I should warn y'all
I got problems
I wouldn't last one minute up in college
On our Father
He gon' be art in Heaven, try to rob me
I should stop it
But the devil in me sayin' I should watch it
It's a blizzard
But I wouldn't tell a soul how I did it
This shit chess, not checkers, lil' nigga
I don't wanna do no song with you niggas
I'm tryna figure out what's wrong with you niggas
They done made fifty chromes out of niggas
Nigga actin' fake tough, we gon' hook him up
You should really chill out on the Tookie stuff

I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'
I tried to tell my wrist it should quit dancin'
The lights came on, it went chimpanzee
He can be Roy Jones, but my stick faster
The rhymes of a nigga who should quit rappin'

Niggas gon' be hot
Ayy, niggas gon' remember too
I put, I put that WorldStar post up too, niggas gon' be like
Damn, a nigga (This call is being recorded)
You need to, uh
You need to go fill out that application at McDonalds ass nigga
Bitch ass nigga, f*ck ass
Oh, shit, bro, that's the funny thing
F*ck he thought he was, he thought he was Suge? Nigga
Brad, nigga? Chill out, Brad
Rich, f*ck
Come on, bruh, let's, let's, let's start me up, bro
I don't got all day, man
Global Tel Link is takin' all a nigga money
I don't f*ckin' need
Niggas can't f*ck with me, bro
(Thank you for using GTL)
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Writer: Darell Caldwell
Copyright: Lyrics © FETCH PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave


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