Cliff Hanger Remix song by OTM from Primary Album Off-the-mussle. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on January 13, 2022.
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Cliff Hanger Remix Meaning
| [[Intro: Drakeo The Ruler] Mmmh Shit n*gga you know the truth [Bridge: Drakeo The Ruler] I’m Mike Tyson with this street sweep The way I’m stunning, might be Ali But if he float like a butterfly and sting like a bee I’ma leave his Roman noodles in the street as we speak [Verse: Drakeo The Ruler] Gang N’ Em had to chastise him This last cannon was my best buy [Dofe] kicks when I stepped on him Tell God save a bed for me, coming soon I keep street sweeps and Mei Ling and Su Yung They both in my backseat tongue wrestling I’m thinking threesomes, old dead white people You can’t find a way to fill up my pockets then you can beat it You know the Stincs run LA, he got chipped Frittole Excellent, Bart choked him like the Simpsons was playing Has anyone else heard the dispatcher said? “He try to run then it’s off with his legs” The Ruler, these 10 millimetres was rippin’ through him They say “Drakeo, you ever thought about making Christian music?” Blind him, my necklace was glittering when I striked him He in the water, he’s a Pisces, he drowned too Bitch, we know the truth He in there with Dory, in Finding Nemo , [Verse: Blue Pesoss] (He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger) I carry street sweeps and hit sticks He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger Let’s play ball in the field, I really blitz n*ggas I see his brains on the wall, get the dispatcher Double deckers for a sneak disser talkin’ A gang of track runners, bullets finna hawk ‘em We can’t fuck with rats, snake or no possums It’s Doomsday, it’s dark coupes in that plaza Ninety-nine n*ggas beggin’ for these problems A very bad day, he died in his Impala A sweepstakes, come and take a gamble Do he want it? Come and box wit’ it, show me how them stocks work N*gga, you ain’t shot nothin’ Quit the bluffin’, put them chops down Peek-a-boo, take a reach, n*gga I just chip swipers How that n*gga gettin’ all that clout? He’s a dickrider Somebody wife my new roller, I just pimped on her We too greedy for the dough, we pullin’ all nighters This ain’t MMA bro, we ain’t fist fightin’ N*ggas ain’t really what they say so do it really matter? Nah really it just mean he finna strip faster Gettin’ direspectful, see an opp, I’m finna spit on ‘em Chop’ made him do a summersault, and he flipped forward I mean backwards, coming down, he’s a coward Backstabber or snitch talkin’, typa shit we don’t allow it The Stinc Team, n*ggas know what’s goin’ on You put a K after that, I’m droppin’ hundreds, blowin’ domes The beef don’t try to postpone it, you don’t really want it N*ggas keep on actin’ like they wit’ it, I’ma really show ‘em RIP to my opponent, he’s no longer Ain’t no happy endings, choppa had to blow him Drive it like it’s stolen, hit a hunnid, got the mud spillin’ Ain’t no average Joes, only killers and some thugs with us A couple guns wit’ us, with extendos, who want smoke with us? Who that n*gga starin’? I don’t know, just another victim Red beams on street sweeps, you know we super villains Ain’t no Peace Treat’ with us once you make it official I ain’t tryna talk, it ain’t beneficial I’m paranoid, mama ask me why I’m grippin’ pistols Famous in the hood, I know n*ggas out there wanna chip me You know I keep that shit on me, don’t be actin’ silly Don’t take a chance it’s risky, just know that we can take it there Soft ass n*gga, you still cuddlin’ with teddy bears? Pullin’ up in four dark coupes, we ain’t playin’ fair I we doin’ some’ right, we hangin’ ‘round some millionaires (I carry street sweeps and hit sticks) (He dissed and what happened that’s a cliffhanger) (Let’s play ball in the field, I really blitz n*ggas) (I see his brains on the wall, get the dispatcher) , [Bridge: AyeeDuffy] N*gga I know we doin’ some’ right, n*gga Bitch, I’m in my bag Aye Just another day of fuckin’ n*ggas over I need some money, I just spent it all on blowers You got your gun but you’ll probably pull it slower Got up on him, made him show us true emotion Cut the funny business, tough rappers runnin’ from us Bet we get up on him first, he say he comin’ for us “Them Off The Mussle n*ggas trippin’, think they up to somethin’” I think this bummy n*gga mad ‘cuz he ain’t up there wit’ us Dancin’ on the scoreboard, I’m in love with winnin’ N*ggas gay, if they ain’t gang then it’s fuck them n*ggas Yeah this goofy n*gga talkin’ loud, but who guns is bigger? You ain’t livin’ like that n*gga, is you done pretendin’? This a heaven-sender, God know I can’t play wit’ n*ggas Try to run up on my whip I bet this Drac’ gon hit him Want the money, I don’t want no conversation wit’ him It’s just a shame that he broke, I don’t hate the n*gga Keep it player baby, we can kick it, I can’t save her N*ggas weird, I ain’t doin’ n*ggas favors He’s no longer, Chop’ told him “see you later” In a while crocodile, ripped him up like alligators Demons wit’ me, pitchforks up for haters I be chillin’, I be tryna chase the paper Off The Mussle, too greedy, we got all these n*ggas mad as fuck Ain’t post no real money yet, I’m still addin’ it up Show these rappers what this shit supposed to look like Walk by his bitch, drippin’ Louie, made her look twice Seen that n*gga mean mugging, now he wanna lie Mad ‘cuz I’m hangin’ with some n*ggas he got booked by You don’t got that shit on, you just look fly Ain’t shit happen overnight, this shit took time Say goodbye, n*ggas weak, n*ggas had they turn I’m with some killers with more bodies than Astroworld I’m too greedy, why the fuck would I be friends with n*ggas? Off The Mussle, why the fuck would I depend on n*ggas? Heavy steppin’ in my fit, this some expensive denim N*ggas always actin’ like some bitches, I don’t mix with n*ggas Door knockin’, forty-niner tryna strike for gold I heard they askin’ ‘bout that body but nobody knows He’s an average Joe anyways bro, it doesn’t matter 7.62’s comin’ he won’t even see it happen N*ggas know who runnin’ shit, let’s just keep it a hunnid N*gga dissin’ on the gang, he kickin’ a bucket Independent n*ggas from the city, turn nothin’ to somethin’ For the win, it ain’t up for discussion , [Outro: Drakeo The Ruler] Shit, you know the truth it’s undisputed We ain’t going back and forth with marks, bloggers, posers None of that, n*gga, yeah It’s all that n*gga, yeah All he heard was *fick fick fick fick* on the playback, yeah n*gga Got his homies lookin’ dumbfounded “Bro why you say that?” We know the truth] |
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- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Cliff Hanger Remix
Cliff Hanger Remix lyrics song is written by Duffy (OTM), Blue Pesos & Drakeo the Ruler
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The lyrics featured in Cliff Hanger Remix belong to Drakeo the RulerThe featured artist in the song Cliff Hanger Remix is Drakeo the Ruler
