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Pippy Long Stockin Lyrics

Drakeo The Ruler – Pippy Long Stockin Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
It's the Ruler
I know I'm a problem
2-2-3 shells if I see red and Robin Hood
Venus and Serena, all the diamonds up on my neck
I mud walked through Barneys but in Neimans I dropped a check
Hating ass nigga, faking ass nigga
Always staring at my table ass nigga
Get some money, niggas funny, I pegged him, Al Bundy
I'm riding with antique silverware on the lunch tray
The road, Willie Nelson, you baby boy, Melvin
Up in hell but it's cold tryna hard rock with Elvis
Presley, don't test me, this modified XD
Just let the birds fly, we finna slaughter the messenger
Money on my mind, head tats like a Mexican
My wrist named me the president, niggas ain't pressing
Shit sippin' on this mud, lord said it's my destiny
Niggas wanna step to me, flu flamm, dead on scene

[Verse 2: Ketchy the Great]
Niggas politicking, they get dropped for Twitter mentions
Dropping shells on his block and hit his mom and see the witness
Droppin' Wock in my pop, when I bop I take prescriptions
Hear the rubber band pop on my knots, I just hit a lick
Stop it with the scheming, Stinkies have you screaming in a ditch
Knock a nigga's dreads off for talking like a bitch
Heavy metal, rock and roll, I might knock at the moshpit
In a mansion backyard feeling like a locksmith
I'm robbing, I'm 'bout more green than a goblin
If I go broke, shit I'm serving my bitch tonsils
Clown ass niggas remind me of Willy Wonka
Drakeo got the Draco, 'bout to get rid of the politics, gang

[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
Stinc Team, it's the flu flamm bleed team
Ding dong ditch, nobody's home, we finna bleed the scene
Door knock, it's the front door, stove popper
Climb through your window like the Grinch, fuck your Christmas
Flu flamming, snatching presents off your wishlist
Got niggas mad, all in they feelings, having bitch fits
Pouring up fours, got they hoes tryna lick dick
Please don't run up on me or we gon' flip shit
Moncler coat 'cause it get cold in the winter
Niggas ain't getting no dough, they pretending
Bust down, bust down, I know you see my neck froze
Bitch come fuck with a P, we can get dough, the Plug

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Longstocking, Longstocking
Pippi Longstocking nigga
Longstocking, Longstocking
Pippi Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking
Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking
Nigga Longstocking

[Outro: Drakeo The Ruler]
I'ma air this bitch out. They be talking like, nigga they be talking like they want that nigga, like nigga I talk like nigga. Nigga talk like stand on the ropes like they goin' Hulk Hogan nigga. Pippi Longstocking, hanging out, showboating nigga. Yeah, all that. Niggas want to jack the lingo and all that, you gotta switch it up. You know, shanaynay, Pippi Longstocking, and all that. Nigga just knocked down Golaith and whoever. Debo, nigga just knocked down Brad, nigga all that nigga. Nigga you heard what I said? Boy keep a chopstick and all that for bullies nicknamed Brad and all that nigga. Fuck you thought you was Suge or something nigga? Nigga, any nigga I talk to they'll be like nigga
Pippi Longstocking
I had to shut the show down, bitch
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Songwriters: Carl Lettinga, Leo Kaminski
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