Mr. Big Bank Budda

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Drakeo the Ruler - Rap, In English

Mr. Big Bank Budda

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[Intro] (Mustard on that beat, ho) [Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] Seal popper, Mr. Big Bank Uchie Face Fresh up out the temple and threw Buddha on my jewelry Stinkmeaner, head bopper, the spring cleaner Four thick in a foreign, I'm bringing the street sweeper Four Seasons, your bitch is a meat eater Mud walking, plug talking, I was told I need Jesus Don't bleed 'em, Mr. TEC-9, MCM bag I'm worth too many bands to be tied to a straggler "Drakeo, I got work for us", nah, you be tattling And every song I get on make the beat go rattling And if you want beef with us just make sure you can handle that Niggas got me nervous, got me grippin' where the handle at Silly-ass girl, sweetheart, where your manners at? Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat-tat-tat Seal popper, I don't play, boy, I need my medicine Young nigga, but to these boys I'm a veteran Lunatic, I should be housed up at Kettering Silly billy really want to try me for my pieces Put his body up for pints, yeah, bitch, it's that easy This is fat means greasy, Stevie, it can get sleazy Believe me, my young niggas is heathens, demons Boy, do you really want to see me? Think not Know it's getting ugly, niggas asking for the re-rock Piss test failer, I'ma have to take a detox [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha [Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler] Mr. Hooligan, the mud sipper Kick my foot in the air just to show my blood drippin' High fashion, every scene is a closed casket And tricks are for kids for you silly jackrabbits Pocket rocket, Johnny Rocket, keep it on me Scars on my face, nickname me Tony Tony Mr. Mosely, stand close but don't clone me Big ass 40, but they don't think I keep it on me Surely, these young niggas is foolies Keep rocks and stones for anybody I think guilty Play laser tag with niggas tend to think they bullies Now a thousand frowns and, nigga, my song was just a clear key Now it's news reporters and jewels and source for the nuisance Now it's beads and chains, the chinks be thinkin' I'm Buddhas Now it's news reporters and jewels and source for the nuisance Now it's beads and chains, the chinks be thinkin' I'm Buddhas [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha [Bridge: Drakeo the Ruler] Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat-tat-tat Seal popper, I don't play, boy, I need my medicine Boy, I need my medicine Carry big guns, big guns, they go rat-tat-tat [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr. Big Bank Buddha, Mr., Mr Mr. Big Bank Buddha

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  • Drakeo the Ruler