Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pippy Long Stockin, artist - Drakeo The Ruler.
Date of issue: 18.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pippy Long Stockin |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Longstocking, Longstocking |
Pippi Longstocking nigga |
Longstocking, Longstocking |
Pippi Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking |
Longstocking, Pippi Longstocking |
Nigga Longstocking |
Longstocking |
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 |
Longstocking |
Longstocking |
Pippi Longstocking |
Longstocking |
I had to shut the show down, bitch |