Nash, Hall - If I Ruled The World ’15 lyrics
[Nash, Hall - If I Ruled The World ’15 lyrics]
Look, I feel like I'm
The grimiest nigga ever
Iron in the Dsquared leather
Fire it at whoever retire niggas forever
Swiss cheese 'em and six feet 'em
We don't play fair, we fifth squeezin'
It's blick season wear a vest, we air TECs
Hollows tear flesh
Or I'll pistol-whip you to a near death
Fuck who saw it, I could care less
I'm Prince of Bel-Air fresh
I came up gettin' money on that stair set
Thirty shells pop, get ya bell rocked
Shells in ya top, I got this shit well-locked
Respected by the killers and
Niggas that sell blocks
Leave ya finger in ya
Mother's fuckin mailbox
Look, I gotta be a savage pop the chopper
You see fire on the nozzle of it flashin'
My young boy shot more niggas
Than you could possibly imagine
Call it Hell on Earth
Nigga Prodigy and Havoc
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and
Let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when
Coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the
Alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me
'cause everybody gon' wanna be me
Look, KITH sweats with the fully tucked
Shark head when I throw my hoodie up
Can smell the OG when I'm pullin' up
Got whatever on the flow, nigga, put it up
Haha, big Dutch in my hand
Seen ya favorite rapper
Smacked his double cup out his hand
Ha ha hahaha
Bet it fucked up his whole image
I'm O-Dog in that liquor
Store, I'm a menace, i'm the illest
1700 for the britches
Silk shirt, the Master P Versaces on vintage
Slime, we did it, kicked in the door
We 'bout to kill it
But I will still push a nigga
Shit back, don't get it twisted, bitches
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and
Let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when
Coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the
Alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me
'cause everybody gon' wanna be me
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
The grimiest nigga ever
Iron in the Dsquared leather
Fire it at whoever retire niggas forever
Swiss cheese 'em and six feet 'em
We don't play fair, we fifth squeezin'
It's blick season wear a vest, we air TECs
Hollows tear flesh
Or I'll pistol-whip you to a near death
Fuck who saw it, I could care less
I'm Prince of Bel-Air fresh
I came up gettin' money on that stair set
Thirty shells pop, get ya bell rocked
Shells in ya top, I got this shit well-locked
Respected by the killers and
Niggas that sell blocks
Leave ya finger in ya
Mother's fuckin mailbox
Look, I gotta be a savage pop the chopper
You see fire on the nozzle of it flashin'
My young boy shot more niggas
Than you could possibly imagine
Call it Hell on Earth
Nigga Prodigy and Havoc
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and
Let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when
Coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the
Alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me
'cause everybody gon' wanna be me
Look, KITH sweats with the fully tucked
Shark head when I throw my hoodie up
Can smell the OG when I'm pullin' up
Got whatever on the flow, nigga, put it up
Haha, big Dutch in my hand
Seen ya favorite rapper
Smacked his double cup out his hand
Ha ha hahaha
Bet it fucked up his whole image
I'm O-Dog in that liquor
Store, I'm a menace, i'm the illest
1700 for the britches
Silk shirt, the Master P Versaces on vintage
Slime, we did it, kicked in the door
We 'bout to kill it
But I will still push a nigga
Shit back, don't get it twisted, bitches
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and
Let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when
Coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the
Alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me
'cause everybody gon' wanna be me
Griselda by Fashion Rebels