Drakeo The Ruler - Bambino lyrics
[Drakeo The Ruler - Bambino lyrics]
Sheesh, they like Drakeo we love your lingo
Ten chains on
Still sittin' in front of Deebo
Tuck for who? you better duck, I shoot
I ain't really with that
Talkin' none', dodgin' nuns, ugh
You know my lifestyle
Forty with shanaynay for niggas who
Think they fight wild
Pull up to his block at midnight
And let the lights out
Executed Krusty in public
I never liked clowns
Sideshow Bob, pipe down
Don't you know the mic on?
The Ruler, the Ruler, Mr maison
Freddy versus Jason
The fuck you niggas sayin'?
You see blood everywhere
That's just the battle of the Maisons
Who me? who me? no me don't do no playin'
Bambino the massacre
Niggas be with that actin' shit
One move, blastin' him
Long range from Africa
Send suicide bombers in your house
If you keep yappin' it
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Now get this shit done (shit)
He gon' get this shit done (shit nigga)
Cold devil, shit I might just be heaven sent
Shoot you and your kids and the messenger
I'm tellin' you
Don't go against the word, you'll get hung
It's embarassing my hit man treacherous
The plug on the medicine
Professional stoner
Just know this nigga is on it
Had to Wesson my opponents
Niggas is organ donors
I'm handsome, stones from the mansion
Eighty to the face, that's for ransom
We taxed him
The 2 Greedy bastards, the new wave savages
Niggas crazy bruh like I been
Had racks and shit
Been had crashed the whip
Been had masked and shit
Hangin' out the window like
That bitch sing opera
Niggas be talkin' money but
Never ain't coppin' shit
Bands on a feature 'cause they know
That I be poppin' it he wanna be popular
I'm worried 'bout coppin' shit
Pops on my knots and shit
Ayy Drakeo you droppin' this? shit
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Now get this shit done (shit)
He gon' get this shit done (shit nigga)
Ten chains on
Still sittin' in front of Deebo
Tuck for who? you better duck, I shoot
I ain't really with that
Talkin' none', dodgin' nuns, ugh
You know my lifestyle
Forty with shanaynay for niggas who
Think they fight wild
Pull up to his block at midnight
And let the lights out
Executed Krusty in public
I never liked clowns
Sideshow Bob, pipe down
Don't you know the mic on?
The Ruler, the Ruler, Mr maison
Freddy versus Jason
The fuck you niggas sayin'?
You see blood everywhere
That's just the battle of the Maisons
Who me? who me? no me don't do no playin'
Bambino the massacre
Niggas be with that actin' shit
One move, blastin' him
Long range from Africa
Send suicide bombers in your house
If you keep yappin' it
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Now get this shit done (shit)
He gon' get this shit done (shit nigga)
Cold devil, shit I might just be heaven sent
Shoot you and your kids and the messenger
I'm tellin' you
Don't go against the word, you'll get hung
It's embarassing my hit man treacherous
The plug on the medicine
Professional stoner
Just know this nigga is on it
Had to Wesson my opponents
Niggas is organ donors
I'm handsome, stones from the mansion
Eighty to the face, that's for ransom
We taxed him
The 2 Greedy bastards, the new wave savages
Niggas crazy bruh like I been
Had racks and shit
Been had crashed the whip
Been had masked and shit
Hangin' out the window like
That bitch sing opera
Niggas be talkin' money but
Never ain't coppin' shit
Bands on a feature 'cause they know
That I be poppin' it he wanna be popular
I'm worried 'bout coppin' shit
Pops on my knots and shit
Ayy Drakeo you droppin' this? shit
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Lingo bingo, we know, we know
My hit man named Bambino
Now get this shit done (shit)
He gon' get this shit done (shit nigga)