Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Everything , by - Drakeo The Ruler. Release date: 01.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mr. Everything |
| Sheesh, I guess this a three-peat huh |
| Girl that’s Drakeo, it’s gettin' kinda hard to breath huh, uhh |
| Girl I can’t be no rebound |
| Ten cases in a month, I don’t know who gon' refile |
| Put that draco down Drakeo, these niggas talkin' |
| Where your table in the club, lil nigga don’t even talk to us |
| Walk it out, put a beam on it and chalk him out |
| Had to slide through your hood and show out, fuck you talkin' 'bout lethal? |
| Mr. Glover, my weapons lethal |
| I tried to tell you I’m a heathen, done shared beds with demons |
| Done had long walks with Jesus |
| Get you whacked from your people, yeah it’s really that easy |
| What he get for tryna be me |
| We at his gravesite cheesin', another day with the Stinc Team |
| You know I bop bop ming ming |
| And had a meet and greet with ling ling |
| Come on this shit regular |
| Bullets flying all at the messenger |
| I’m a machine gun specialist, plain jane with the bezel busted |
| Nigga you broke and it’s disgusting |
| Remember Fake Watch Busta, ain’t really with all that tussling |
| Come on this shit nothin' |
| Use guns with acrynoms for niggas wanna cuff me |
| Pissing on tombstones, the boy the McLovin |
| Tryna tell you I was thuggin' lil nigga, so fuck a deal |
| One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill |
| It’s regular, I tried to tell you I’m thugging still |
| One day my autograph gon' be worth 'bout a couple mill |
| The Ruler |
| I’m Mr. Everything |
| Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean |
| Bitch I bought everything |
| Niggas trippin' in the club, so what |
| I ain’t really tryna scuff, I let off everything |
| Niggas lyin' in they raps, that’s a fact |
| Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything |
| From the gold, from the watch |
| From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I’ll risk everything |
| Sheesh, bitch I’m back up on that street shit |
| You don’t rap, you just sneak diss |
| Tryna knock one of your peoples |
| I came in with the deep dish |
| You only tough on the weekends |
| That’s twenty thou on the deep end |
| We’ll have him singin' like The Weeknd |
| The Ruler, I don’t like to sneak diss, cut it with all that cheap shit |
| Like do you know what a mink is, like do you know what a chink is |
| Just a silly lil beaver, I’m with my dread head heathens |
| My niggas bullying demons, we spitting fullies out of Beamers |
| Might wanna fuck but I don’t need her |
| In fact I really need Jesus |
| Bruh what’s up with your people? |
| Niggas ain’t looking like they eating |
| In fact you really need to feed 'em |
| The Stinc Team Big Meechin' |
| I tried to tell you all bleeders |
| My wrist broke, I need a breather |
| I’m Mr. Everything |
| Got a drum, got a beam, I got pills, I got dough, I got lean |
| Bitch I bought everything |
| Niggas trippin' in the club, so what |
| I ain’t really tryna scuff, I let off everything |
| Niggas lyin' in they raps, that’s a fact |
| Who these pussy niggas jack, my image is everything |
| From the gold, from the watch |
| From the stove to my frozen earlobes, I’ll risk everything |