Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't That The Truth, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't That The Truth |
| Got the juice |
| Let me know the truth |
| Any animosity towards me, better think twice |
| Totin' two letters in my hands, I don’t street fight |
| I got gunpowder on my wristband, big man |
| I just flatlined Vince McMahon, don’t wrestle me, nigga |
| You don’t know who shot yo' mans? |
| Know we definitely did it |
| Big Bird just knocked down Big Worm on Sesame Street |
| Four drums, I’m tryna poke sum' when I spit rounds |
| You heard that term before, yeah, lay down or get down |
| Just put another opp blood on my Balenciagas |
| More money, more problems, yeah, get me gotted' |
| Fendi, Prada, these niggas know that I’m the truth |
| You see me with a gun and you know what I’ma do |
| Understand me big dawg, I’m a Rottweiler |
| Big body Rolls hawkin' spots, bitch, I’m John Gotti |
| You make the news for any whipers or side comments |
| Just hit the club wit' sixty, I left out wit' nine bodies, uh |
| We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain’t that the truth? |
| Carrots on my wrist, we’ll turn em' to rabbit food |
| Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? |
| Another flawless victory, we know, don’t ask the score |
| We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain’t that the truth? |
| Carrots on my wrist, we’ll turn em' to rabbit food |
| Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? |
| Another flawless victory, we know, don’t ask the score (Shit, nigga) |
| We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain’t that the truth (Nigga) |
| Carrots on my wrist, we’ll turn em' to rabbit food (Nigga) |
| Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? |
| Another flawless victory, we know, don’t ask the score (Bitch) |
| Do a nigga shady, tell em' get ready for the aftermath |
| Double back his pops how we toe taggin' dads |
| We know the truth, we been the truth, ain’t that the truth? |
| In high school I played wit' tools, you played the flute |
| I ain’t never been a dork, I like to break the rules |
| She like, «Ralfy, you my favorite Stinc, that’s why I paid you blues» |
| I’m a young Colt, bitch, I make major moves |
| She said, «I wanna eat your dick and balls, that’s my favorite food» |
| Markin' in the club, you gettin' shot 'cause I came wit' the goon |
| Bullets hit his head like meatball, turned his brains to food |
| She said, «You wanna fuck?» |
| Only if you let gang hit too |
| Better stop playin' wit' the Stincs like we ain’t makin' moves |
| Don’t come on block playin' wit gang 'nem, we ain’t the same as you |
| I was out early gettin' money so I was late to school |
| Them CB’s lookin' hella cloudy, that’s them play-play jewels |
| She like, «Ralfy you the truth», ain’t that the truth? |
| The Plug |
| We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain’t that the truth? |
| Carrots on my wrist, we’ll turn em' to rabbit food |
| Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? |
| Another flawless victory, we know, don’t ask the score |
| We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain’t that the truth? |
| Carrots on my wrist, we’ll turn em' to rabbit food |
| Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? |
| Another flawless victory, we know, don’t ask the score (Shit, nigga) |
| We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain’t that the truth? |
| (Nigga) |
| Carrots on my wrist, we’ll turn em' to rabbit food (Nigga) |
| Buttons in the coupe go faster, what that one do? |
| Another flawless victory, we know, don’t ask the score, bitch |