CN TOWER lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
Ride with me
Ride with me
Ride with me
Yeah, yeah
The city is pretty when it's dead just like a flower
What color's the CN Tower? It's red tonight
Just like the text I sent you from the bed tonight
Read it 'cause I finally think I said things right
Thought you caught me slippin', had me dead to rights
Nothin' ever happened, girl, they fed you lies
Like a tiny house out back, I'm tryna shed some light
(Some things that you been hearin' 'bout me)
City is pretty when it's dead just like a flower
What color's the CN Tower? It's blue now
Like how I'm feelin' 'bout you now
I was too down, tell me what to do now, oh
City is pretty when it's dead just like a flower
What color's the CN Tower? It's lit up green (It's lit up green)
Like the envy in people's eyes, gettin' in between (In between)
Tryna sleep it off, but I just see you in my dreams
Ayy
I don't have your contact anymore
You blocked me, I lost you, it's a back and forth
Think I even hit your email as a last resort
Did you really read the message that I sent before?
Thought I laid that shit out perfect, put it on the floor
Put it on my son, I put it on the Lord
What else can I swear on, girl? There's nothing more
Why did you cut this thing off like you had somethin' more?
'Cause I just asked around, I just asked around
Your friends can't hold water, girl, they'd rather see you drown
Know they tell me everything when I end up downtown
And what? And what? Buy another round
And what do I know now? Surprise, surprise
I heard you ain't found nobody that's a ride-or-die
I heard that you went through hell and gotta dry your eyes
You pretend to be so happy, it's a bald-faced lie
So why, why do you lie, baby?
Oh
The city is pretty when it's dead just like a flower
What color's the CN Tower? It's red tonight
Just like the text I sent you from the bed tonight
Read it 'cause I-
Back with a plan tonight (Alright)
Cancel Japan tonight (Alright)
Tokyo down for the boy (Alright)
But the plane is on land tonight (Alright)
Girl, I'm a fan in real life (Alright)
You don't even post on that site (Alright)
The price, it definitely would've spiked (Alright)
Touchpad, turn off the lights (Alright)
The love (The love for you), the love (The love for you)
The love that I have for you is
I came to the
Out in Canada (The club)
Hundred thousand dollars (Oh)
Could've left that shit for real (For real)
Love at first sight when I met that bitch for real
For sure was a vibe, but I had to keep it player
Tellin' all the guys I'm not gon' take you there
Now's not the time to fall, but girl, come here, ayy
I'm, I'm, I'm tryna sleep it off, girl, I see ya
I see ya, oh, in my dreams
Oh, in my dreams
Yeah, in my dreams
MOTH BALLS lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
Mothballs, I can't get the smell out my clothes
YYZ, racing 'cause the gate 'bout to close
New York is callin' up on me and the bros
I left Candice, now my heart might explode
Three months it's been since we even said hello
She wasn't good to me anyway and I know
I just can't picture leaving nobody home
This has to work so I get Neeks off that stove
I need security 'cause niggas is hoes
I need a girl that's on the cover of Vogue
I just hoped that someday, someone would love me
Ooh, oh
You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing
You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing again
Moving that tongue with that ring again
Treat that star, mention Michelin
She from Michigan, but she taste like water
The cleanest water, ooh, yeah
Clean as this cup
I been peakin' off that Addy every day
It's been hard for me to put that shit away
Drinkin' four or five bottles of the wine
Got a glass in my hand every time
I got the worst reputation in our town
I been seen with all the baddest hoes around
On God, swimmin' in the cat 'til I drown
Bitches wanna take a dip in my account
Ayy, what?
It come it me tonight, baby, humble me tonight, are you still around?
Are you still around?
Are you still around?
Yardville thrills, baby-blue pills, slop-top skills
I remember baggin' up and no frills
'Sauga City kid, got you blushin' on cam
What?
I remember stressin' over bills like a Buffalo fan, uh
Now shorties call me Drake, not Aubrey Graham, damn
And you're doin' well for yourself just like you planned
Let me help you expand
I'm the only one that understand
You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing
You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing again
Moving that tongue with that ring again
Treat that star, mention Michelin
She from Michigan, but she taste like water
The cleanest water, ooh, yeah
Clean as this cup
Ooh
Ooh
SOMETHING ABOUT YOU lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
Okay, well
Oh
Oh
Fuck your coworker, she a hatin'-ass ho
Met you for lunch just to let that bitch know
You got somebody that love you back home
If anybody know, I know how it go
Same bitches hatin' gon' be at the show
'Specially when I got like eight in a row
I feel you on that, baby, you ain't alone
Okay, let's roll, yeah, yeah
We ain't linked up in a minute
You're closin' tonight, when you finished?
You say you wanted to see me later
And your eyes told me you ain't pretendin'
Pull up and pay me a visit
Let's talk about life, I ain't trippin'
Smoke on some weed while I'm sippin'
Vent to me, baby, vent to me, baby
Vent to me, baby, vent to me, baby
After that, we should get intimate, baby
I'm tryna do somethin' explicit
You askin' me what I like about you, girl
How long you wan' sit in this kitchen?
I took to you from the beginnin'
Some-somethin' about you
Somethin' about
Some-somethin' about
Some-somethin' about
Some-somethin' about you
Somethin' about
Some-somethin' about you
Some-somethin' about
Some-somethin' about you
Somethin' about
Some-somethin' about you
Somethin' about
Some-somethin' about you
Somethin' about
Some-somethin' about you
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, Sauga city trip
Yeah, I'm over your shit, man, party at PX fiesta
Ooh
Frrr, yeah
Your baby daddy's on his face, shit
Your baby's sittin' at
How bulletproof that Escalade?
I might waterproof the seats for some pussy playin'
Don't care where that pussy play, shit
NFL, NHL, NBA
I ain't 'bout to make you sign no NDA
'Cause I know you can keep a secret, can't you, babe?
PARTY, PARTY
Sit on the dick, yeah
Sit on the dick
Hit this link
That bitch quick, yeah
Slide me down
I know you want revenge
Okay, you lock me down and that's on everything
All of these songs are for you
Every time that I write a love song
I just get closer to the truth
There's just somethin' about you, baby
All of these songs are for you
Sexy songs for you
All of these songs are for you, yeah
All of these songs are
Oh
I'm thinkin' of lovin' you all the way like nothin' is holdin' me back
Ayy, ayy, oh
I'm thinkin' of lovin' you all the way like nothin' is holdin' me back
I'm thinkin' of lovin' you all the way like nothin' is holdin' me back
Yeah, yeah
Okay
CRYING IN CHANEL lyrics - Drake
Ayy
(Can I trust you?)
We both like a sweet escape
If I didn't care, I'd hold back a whole lot more from you
But I'm open and that's real
It's not like me
When I met you, you was in the club servin' bottles
Workin' for makin'
Movin' too keezy
Had to tell you to gwan easy
I could tell you love your prized possessions, what's your favorite?
Bustdown watches, Cuban links
Van Cleef necklace, Carti' bracelets
After all of those stressed-out nights, public fights
All you got to show for that is sentimental gifts that you just can't part ways with
Even if I replace it
You just can't part ways with it
Say you went through too much for it
You had to fake fall in love for it
And it's drivin' me crazy
Sentimental gifts that you just can't part ways with
Yeah
I'll buy somethin' better for you, fuck it
Point somethin' out, I'll get it for you, fuck it
Whoever said it's stone, baby, that ain't gon' cut it
Scammers and them drug dealers flex on a budget
I trick-trick on you like I'm Detroit thuggin'
Put you on a jet 'cause I miss you and I love you
And I wanna see my baby
Ayy
Put that price on your love
Ten bands, you're mine
Twenty bands, you're mine
We could have a real good time
Hunnid bands, you're mine
Five hunnid bands, you better be mine
'Cause that price on your love
Showtime
You know I love you, girl, but it's goin' one way
It's goin' in one ear and out the other way
I need a drink 'cause it's been a long day
Make it somethin' strong so I can float on this wave
(I just wanna go out)
(I just wanna ball out)
Shawty right here cryin' in the middle of Chanel
Are those tears of joy from your eyes? I can't tell
She say things I do for her, I did for someone else
I'm just tryna help, make me feel bad about myself
Like my love language ain't felt, damn
(I just wanna ride with you) I just wanna ride
(I just wanna go out) I just wanna catch my vibe
(I just wanna ride with you)
(I just wanna ball out)
(I just wanna ride with you)
(I just wanna ball out)
(I just wanna ride with you)
(I just wanna ball out)
SPIDER-MAN SUPERMAN lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
Yeah, of course, of course, I got feelings for you, but
Forgot the word, fuckin'
I need to go on tour, I can't even breathe, do you get me?
It's a mad ting
Girl, I wish I could save you (Yeah), but I can't (Okay, look)
That girl took me for Spider-Man (It's mad), Superman (Spider-Man)
'Cause, girl, you got a problem on your hands
Look at you do it, no hands (Damn)
How could you admire a man?
They don't even come nice to the dance
Way you talk about your ex, I know it's facts, I feel you (Feel you)
Feel this in one million (A million)
'Cause I am you, I'm in you (I can feel you)
The way we fucked is better than what we DM'd on Insta' (Oh, yeah)
But you expect some ninja (Oh, yeah)
Now I'll admit that I wish I could save you (Save you), but I can't
Sorry-sorry, but I can't, I'm sorry-sorry, but I can't
This girl took me for Spider-Man (Spider-Man), Superman (Superman, oh)
It's gon' take a lot, get back from this heartbreak
I done bought the bar and still don't know when I'll shake it (Baby)
When I'll face it (Baby)
But you makin' it hard for me when you get naked (Ooh)
How I'm blessin' all the girls who's waited, who's waited on me (Yeah)
Ooh, oh
Girl, I wish I could save you, but I can't
I'm sorry-sorry, but I can't, I'm sorry-sorry, but I can't
That girl took me for Spider-Man (Spider-Man, oh), Superman (Superman, oh)
Time passes whether we're lookin' at the clock or not
Time passes whether I'm coppin' you that watch or not
You kept askin' if I'm extendin' that spot or not
Since you got what you wanted, we don't talk a lot
Lucky for you, I don't just love you for you
I love you for who you tell me you're gonna be one day too
All of that's cool, I guess we'll see
This girl wants, this girl wants me to save her, I-
This girl wants me to save her, I can't
This girl wants me, this girl wants
This girl wants me to save her, I can't
Took me for Spider-Man
Took me for Superman, ayy-yeah
This girl wants me
DEEPER lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR
Hold on
'Cause maybe I'm doin' this wrong
Hold on, baby, sit up, put your ass in my palms
And your trust in my arms tonight (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't worried 'bout my pride
I'd rather get it right than wrong tonight (Okay, oh yeah)
You got me thinkin' deeper (Deeper)
Deeper (Deeper), deeper, deeper than I like
I do what I did with you that night (That night, that night, that night)
I watched you hit that 42 like it's Sprite (Oh)
That nigga don't know what he doin' so you told me, "Keep it quiet"
Since he don't know your desires like I do
Shit
You love when I fuck you from the back, but I wanna see your face right now (Right now)
I know that he ain't hittin' on nothin' 'cause you're comin' to my place right now (Right now)
Ain't tryna let shit go, I'll let you down, down
6K a month, stay downtown, ma
I'm tryna keep you around, babe
This love, I really found her
Can't get it off, I know where you found it
Then, then I wanna be your favorite again (Oh)
Let's reconnect on the jet on the way to where I live (Yeah)
Give you a second to get ready, and we right back in the action
I'm tryna practice what I'm preachin', baby
Hold on
'Cause maybe I'm doin' this wrong
Hold on, baby, sit up, put your ass in my palms (And what?)
And your trust in my arms tonight (Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't worried 'bout my pride (Ain't worried 'bout my pride)
I'd rather get it right (I'd rather get it right), than wrong tonight (Than wrong tonight)
You got me thinkin' deeper (Deeper)
Deeper (Deeper), deeper (Deeper), deeper than I like
I do what I did with you that night (That night)
SMALL TOWN FAME lyrics - Drake
Yeah
Leavin' out the club with no hoes, it's a dub
You somewhere on house arrest pretending you in love
Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub
Like I wanna know what's up
What happened to us?
Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like
Patek I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight
We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like
All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like
Now you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face
Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace
I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard
I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard
I'm hating hard, you played the part
You wasn't who you are right now
I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too-
Yeah, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH, PH
Yeah, PARTY on a paper chase
Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake
Poppin' out in Arizona
Bitch, I feel like Tate McRae
Vanilla ice and white hoes, straight cake, uh
Niggas like to talk, man, stack somethin'
Puttin' Charli up her nose, ex on her tongue
She been geekin' hard, she done had a BRAT Summer
PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer
You boys pull up to the six, we get the tax runnin'
Ayy, talkin' on her, oh, tryna prove somethin'
Nigga back somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'
Ayy, I don't give a fuck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang
Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game
What am I supposed to do with all that pain?
Sleepless nights, drown out days
Thinkin' about how wrong I played
Even lost my bitch to the small town fame
Ayy, ayy, I'ma mess right now
You know what, man, we're all in this
Now, whether we're all in this together
Or you're all in it for yourself
The fact of the matter is that we're in it
PIMMIE'S DILEMMA lyrics - Pim, PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
[Pim:]
Please, don't go out with your friends
They don't ever keep you in check
They gon' let you do whatever
And blame it on the liquor, oh
Oh, forgot they for silence, wildin'
Think I don't know about them clubs, uh?
You got strippers that you favor, uh
But you say you don't go out that much
Can't you wait? Don't love nobody
Spending time with people that don't respect the love we got here
You said you got me, but you're headed elsewhere
And your friends ain't shit, they do the most, you know it's reckless, yeah
Can't you wait? Don't love nobody
Entertaining bitches you said you wouldn't, you said you got me
You swore on everything you said, don't ever doubt me
Don't love nobody, oh, don't love nobody, oh-oh, oh
Please, don't go out with your friends
They don't ever keep you in check
They gon' let you do whatever
And blame it on the liquor, oh
Oh, forgot they for silence, wildin'
Think I don't know about them clubs, uh?
You got strippers that you favor, uh
But you say you don't go out that much
BRIAN STEEL lyrics - Drake
Shout Brian Steel, I'm too geeked for the guys
Yeah, woah, I've been in the house, but I'm comin' outside tonight
Girl, you're so sexy, there's nothin' that I wanna keep on the side
Yeah, I love how you always be speakin' your mind
I feel things, baby, but lately, I'm feeling things deeper inside, oh, real
It's your front, your behind, you're sweet, you're kind
The pussy so good, it could keep me inside
But fuck that, baby, I gotta pop out with the guys tonight, ayy
Pussy so good that I should be inside, ayy
I took some polka dot, girl, now I'm seeing designs, oh, yeah
Big Paige reachin', done freed up the Slime, oh shit
Broski just hit me, said, "Put all the beef on the side," I can't
Mm-mm, I'm heated now, yeah
Niggas want meet up, talk about shit, I'm vegan now (For real)
Evil eyes were staring at me and I see it now
Yeah, shout Brian Steel, take off the cuffs, we leavin' now, ayy, what?
You just hit me up like, "WYD?"
Same old shit, girl, you know what's up with me
Beefing with boys that we don't ever see
I'm out every night and they not in the streets
She got that PARTY4 stuck on repeat
I got plaques like I haven't been brushing my teeth
What's up with you when you fuckin' with me?
'Cause that's what you should be discussin' with me
Yeah, that's what we should be talkin' about
Twenty-five deep when they walkin' me out
'Cause too many pussies been fuckin' with me
Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah
Pussy so good that I should be inside, but I gotta step out with my guys
Yeah, ayy
Pussy so good that I should be inside, but I had to step out with the guys
GIMME A HUG lyrics - Drake
Yeah, Drake elimination, fake intimidation
Take a minute, take a deep breath, have a little bit of patience
"Drizzy, you amazin', you the inspiration
You set the bar for the next generation"
You Neo in the matrix, these niggas just Nemo in the ocean
Small fish, making kids feel emotion
Using you for promotion, truer words had never been spoken
Niggas want to see RIP me on a t-shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan
I appreciate the fans rocking with me, this is really just a small token
Really fuckin' with a visionary
Only reason I ain't got a girl and I ain't gettin' married
'Cause I'm really out here, filling up the itinerary 'til I'm six feet in a cemetery
Bulletproof doors so heavy, got me rollin' 'round like a dignitary
Funny how it's only bitch niggas that are waiting on the boy's obituary
'Cause if I die, it's these niggas that become the sole beneficiary
And what the fuck are they gon' do with it?
Head of girls up at twenty-nine, on stage twerkin' with a dictionary
Guilt trips, not Turks trips when it's cold out here in February
'Cause right now, shorty parachuting molly like she flying for the military
This girl face so pretty, I can only think of fuckin' missionary
Fuck that, make the beat switch, turn the hoes up, give a million to 'em
Right now, I got so many villas booked on like I'm billing to 'em
Durk's boy told me Marvin's Room was his favorite song, he was drilling to it
Thousand niggas rappin' murder shit and like ten niggas that'll really do it
Savage, you the only nigga checkin' on me when we really in some shit, brother
Melyssa Ford, you a legend from the 6, hate to see you with a dick-sucker
Shit about to be a lit summer, tell Tony, "Leave the motor runnin'"
Tell Mike that the ceiling's too low in Booby, how we supposed to throw a hundred?
Damn
They be droppin' shit, but we be droppin' harder shit (Droppin' harder shit)
Fuck a rap beef, I'm tryna get the party lit
Tryna get the party lit for the bitches
Them Nike tights is huggin' on that ass like they missed it
What's up?
Niggas is hating the boy for sure, the women in love
Walk in the strip club, damn, I missed you hoes, give me a hug
Give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug
Yeah, I know that you work in the club
Know that these people might judge
But fuck it, you family to us
So come over here and give me some love
Yeah, give me a hug
I miss you hoes, give me a hug
Give me a hug, give me a hug
What can I say? I miss you girls, I'm stuck in my ways
Princess, Gigi, Pooh, Pink, Luxury, y'all gotta come to the stage
Yeah, come to the stage and show me some love
You know how I'm comin', I'm giving it up
The niggas in here ain't spendin' enough
Bae, I miss you
I'm talkin' to you, baby, I miss you
You, you, you, you, you
Yeah
RAINING IN HOUSTON lyrics - Drake
Alright, man
This what we gon' do
If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
Ayy
Put your H's up now
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
Friday night, I'm out with the guys
You already called me five times
Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
Your life
Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine
What's on your mind? (Your mind), your mind
Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize, talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin'
Vaping while you're typin' on a mission
Maya Angelou, 07, shots of 42
Your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)
It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again
All this time you've been around me
You don't spend a penny 'round me
Friends are extra friendly 'round me
If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah
Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M
Straight into Houston, we're not arguing again
Hop on 85, way past A&M
Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again
It's raining in Houston, my love
The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
So why make it worse if you could pull up?
I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love
Rather spend my energy boosting you up
Gassing you up, these American guys
Are something different, they just talk looser than us
You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love
I know you always say it's just music, my love
But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
LASERS lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
Yeah, yeah, yeah
PARTY
Yeah
Staring at your tattoo while I'm fucking you from the back (Ah)
Doesn't say my name, but here's where we're at (Ah-ah)
Baby, say my name like Beyoncé (Yeah)
Tell me it's over (It's over)
While I'm fucking you passionately ('Ately)
While I'm fucking you fast asleep
Somehow, I feel that it had to be this way for me to see (See)
What I had was meant for me
Baby, we was supposed to be, oh-oh
Together forever already
I'm getting older, pressure's getting heavy
The rock I put on your finger, girl, it's heavy
Like my heart (Ah), like my chest (My soul)
Can't wait 'til you get that tattoo off the back of your neck
Oh, yeah
Staring at your tattoo while I'm fucking you from the back (Yeah)
Doesn't say my name, but here's where we're at (Yeah)
Baby, say my name like Beyoncé (Baby, say my name, oh)
Never thought I'd see the day you cry
'Til you cried in my arms that night (Yeah)
Said he hit you after that one fight
Closed fist, he's fried, I'm heated
I don't really want to speak about it
I'm brushin' them niggas soon as we see them
No empathy for them and I mean it
Don't tell me, "Show no sympathy"
I told you what you meant to me
Staring at your tattoo while I'm fucking you from the back (Oh-oh, ah)
Doesn't say my name, girl, but here's where we're at
Baby, say my name like Beyoncé
Baby, say my name, say my name
Fact you still got it is insane
These niggas done put you through too much pain
Baby, say my name like Beyoncé
Baby, say my name, say my name
Session number one, it's gon' hurt a little bit
Session two, that hurt might make you learn a little bit
Session three, I know that you'll be used to that shit
These was starting fresh in my brain-ain
Staring at your tattoo while I'm fucking you from the back (Ah)
Doesn't say my name, but here's where we're at
Baby, say my name like Beyoncé (Baby, say my name)
Oh, like Beyoncé
MEET YOUR PADRE lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR, Drake & Chino Pacas
Yeah
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Eso e'
Guilla, vámono' pa' Sevilla
I wanna meet your madre, pay my respects to your padre, mi amor (Guilla, ole, mi amor)
Bonita, bien lo sabe, si esa forma de mirarme en tus ojos (Prende, dale, chiquillo)
Text your friends, "¿Qué pasa? ", vamos, bring them to mi casa, por favor (Sevilla, criada)
Mami, di qué tranza, yo hasta te pido a tu mamá, no hay temor (Eso e', guilla)
Bro, say, "Touch this one, make the girl step left"
Bro, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left" (Eso e')
Said, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left"
Then right, then left again, then move your hips, no rest for them, ma
Bro, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left" (Eso e')
Bro, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left" (Eso e')
Said, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left"
Then right, then left again, then move your hips, no rest for them, ma (Anda)
Mi amor, I'm not one that you can ignore
I want your phone número, por favor
I see your body is like Coca-Cola
I'll come and pick you up in Testarossa, ayy
You're busy now, what can I see you after?
Or maybe tomorrow gyal, it no matter
Take you to Santos, we can dance bachata (Mira, mira)
Take you to Kiki or the Boobie Trap
I want to pay your rent and pay your taxes
She kissed my cheek and she said, "Muchas gracias" (Eso e')
My young carnal, his name is Chino Pacas (Dale, chiquillo)
These mexicano girls are too attractive, ayy, ayy
Ayy (Eso e'), baby (Guilla), baby (Vámono' pa' Sevilla)
I want to meet your madre, pay my respects to your padre, mi amor (Guilla, ole, mi amor)
Bonita, bien lo sabe, si esa forma de mirarme en tus ojos (Prende, dale, chiquillo, ooh, ooh)
Text your friends, "¿Qué pasa? ", vamos, bring them to mi casa, por favor (Sevilla, triada)
Mami, di qué tranza, yo hasta te pido a tu mamá, no hay temor (Eso e', guilla)
Gyal, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left" (Gyal step left)
Gyal, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left" (Ooh)
Said, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left"
Then right, then left again, then move your hips, no rest for them, ma
Gyal, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left"
Gyal, say, "Touch this one, make the gyal step left"
Said, "Touch this one, make the girl step left"
Then right, then left again, then move your hips, no rest for them, ma
Fiesto, Chino
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Is you with me, baby?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a Sunday, boy, we're drinking like it's Friday
She the one for me, all you done for me, he sent on my way
F-150, baby, let's get whiskey, baby in your driveway
Meet your madre, meet your padre and everybody
Do it your way, but the truth is I want it my way
I can make it feel mucho mejor
Meet me outside, por favor (Yeah, yeah)
Without you my heart's in galore
It's painful for fears to restore (Ayy, oh), oh-oh
Painful for fears to restore, ooh, baby
NOKIA lyrics - Drake
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Yeah, yeah)
Who's callin' my phone? (OVO Sound, 2025)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone?
Is it Stacy? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Becky? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Keisha? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Ellie? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Was it Dani? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it PARTY? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Where's the function? (Where the fuck the function?)
Send the addy (Where the fuck the function?)
The way I feel right now, I feel like we need to be all alone
So if you just playin' around, you need to tell your girl, "Take your fine ass home," and that's real
Stop teasin' me, yeah, what? Stop teasin' me
I could change your life so easily
I keep beggin' you to stay, but you're leavin' me
Leavin' me, we got sticks in the club illegally
Got the whole 6ix side, they believe in me
We got members east of the DVP
We got members west on the 401
We had a lock on the game, but it's more to come
You gotta pop that ass 'til the morning come
You want shots for the girls? Then order some
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my- (Ayy)
Is it Stacy? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Becky? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Keisha? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Ashley? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Was it Dani? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it PARTY? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Where's the function? (Where the fuck the function?)
Send the addy (Where the fuck the function?)
Baby girl
Baby girl
Baby girl
Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (Show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (Show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
Ayy, how many hoes in this club?
Is it just me and you, my love?
I don't mean to call you no ho
I just heard about the things that you do, my love
And you're just like me, if it's true, my love, ayy
You could see right through my love, ayy
I see your waist shrunk, my love, ayy
You got some bass in the trunk, my love, damn
How many hoes in this club?
Is it really just me, my love?
You know my dad 'nem pimpin' for real
You ever been down to Memphis, Tennessee, my love? Uh
I ain't sayin' I agree, my love
I'm just tellin' you the things I seen, my love
I got drinks, jokes, sex, and cash
Those are four things I can guarantee, my love, ayy
Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (Show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
Baby girl
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (Show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
DIE TRYING lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR, Drake & Yebba
Yeah
Girl, I can't decide if I should stay and say I tried
Or I should leave and say goodbye
It's killin' me inside
If I could just get next to you, I'd probably be alright
But we're so busy in this life
We always say, "Some other time"
Why won't my tears work? It's been a decade since I've cried
I got no dog left in the fight
The bark don't match the bite
Me and my old man, we just get fucked up every night
He said, "Son, these hoes just don't love you"
I said, "I'll keep that in mind"
Those ain't words to live by, wouldn't call that sound advice
Our future doesn't sound too bright
But I just nod and say, "You're right," I do
Girl, I can't decide if I should stay and say I tried
Or I should leave and say goodbye
It's killin' me inside
And all my (My) presents to show my affection
Flowers and diamonds and jets through the sky
I'm not here to teach you a lesson (No)
I'm just a caring and passionate guy
Times with your friends got you changin' your vibe
Times with your friends got you changin'
Times with your friends got you changin' your vibe
Talking to your friends
Girl, I miss my friends, you know too much of them have died
I wish that they were still alive
Just to see the silver lines
This year, me and God, we wasn't seein' eye to eye
I prayed to her from time to time
She was busy on another vibe
I can't vent to you through no text message and reply
I need to see you face to face
Gotta look you in the eye, I do
Girl, I can't decide if I should stay and say I tried
Or I should leave and say goodbye
It's killin' me inside
And all my presents to show my affection
Flowers and diamonds and jets through the sky
I'm not here to teach you a lesson (No, no)
I'm just a caring and passionate guy
Times with your friends got you changin' your vibe
Times with your friends got you changin'
Times with your friends got you changin' your vibe
Talking to your friends
Ooh, another misunderstanding, of course
I pushed you away 'cause that's what I could afford
Ooh, we felt way too true and it hurts
So laughing or crying will only make it worse
SOMEBODY LOVES ME lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
All the girls
I know there's somebody who loves me
Somebody who really loves me (Who loves me)
And that's all I need
We in Miami turnin' up another night (A night)
We smokin' broccoli, but she smellin' Baccarat ('Carat)
I'm in her panties tryna get all in her crotch (Her crotch)
Friends, all of my friends and they tryna get got (Get got)
Her name is Angel, but she's far from God (From God)
Bet it don't pay well to fall in love (In love)
Must be the stars, but something's linin' up (It's up)
Thought my exes was bad, but you finer (Finer)
Oh, no, no, no (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah
Somebody who loves me in the buildin'
Somebody who feel me in the buildin' (Oh, oh, oh)
We throw fifty thou' to the ceiling, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
We in Miami turnin' up another night (A night)
We took the trophy, let the shorties take the yacht ('Carat)
We all in Santos, I rented out the spot (Her crotch)
Friends, all of my friends and they tryna get got (Get got)
Her name is Angel, but she must forgot (From God)
She say her bestie wanna get home and swall'
I said, "On shot," baby, and that's doin' a lot
I'm tryna do more than bust down your watch
I need somebody who gon' meet me at the top
Who's out there for me?
Who's out there for me?
Who's out there for me?
Said it don't pay well to fall in love (In love)
I need the stars or somethin' linin' up (It's up)
Thought my ex-bitch was bad, but you finer (Finer)
Oh yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, yeah
Somebody who loves me in the buildin'
Somebody who feel me in the buildin' (Oh, oh, oh)
We throw fifty thou' to the ceiling, oh yeah
I know there's somebody who loves me
Somebody who really loves me (Who loves me)
And that's all I need, yeah
I'm holding y'all hands real, real, real, real tight when I say this 'cause I don't feel like fightin'
But please quit callin' them lil' one-week breaks celibacy
You're not celibate
You're not celibate
You're not celibate
CELIBACY lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
[Drake:]
It's been too long, celibacy
What do you want? Tell it to me
Dropped to my knees
Let me break your streak, I'm begging you, please
'Cause it's been four months and two weeks and thirty-six hours
And eight minutes since you've been pleased
So please, please give me that opportunity
To get you right where you need to be
Is this what you want? Is this what you want?
Is this what you want? Is this what you want?
Is this what you want?
I'm on call for these type of things
Pour me a shotty, let it flow through my body
Flow through my body, flow through my body
Is this what you want?
Audemus is all in our cup
We got a lot of things to discuss
Like these men you know you can't trust
Or these girls that just don't give me enough
Fuck, I guess it's up and it's stuck
We're not like them, baby, and they're not like us, either one
Ross keeps on bringing that bottle and topping you up
Got you talking so tough while I'm calling your bluff
It's been too long, celibacy
What do you want? Tell it to me
[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Yeah (Uh)
The concept of you and I (I)
Take it one night at a time (A time)
Heart, body, and your mind (Oh, ooh)
I love that we intertwine
And I learned from mistakes I made with girls that made it worse (Come on now)
You'll never take our kids away from me, we'd make it work
Girl, I'm focused and I'm mesmerized (Mesmerized)
Eyes starin' at the prize (The prize)
Life is good between your thighs (Between your thighs)
Shake 'til your paralyzed (Paralyzed, uh)
I'm rocking you straight to sleep (Okay, to sleep)
Love having you so weak (So weak, oh my)
I know what you really like (What you like)
I know what you really like (What you like)
I know what you really like
I know
Ayy, ayy
OMW lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Call me from the condo, I'm picking you up
You and I know, I know you deserve it
If I brought your birthday, you turn it up (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Last week, you gave me the sickest threesome (Oh yeah)
This week, you gave me the sickest head
Last night, you tried to blow my mind (Ooh, yeah)
And tonight, you tried to do it again, oh, woah
My best friend, my shawty
Oh, woah
Hey, your mind and your body is outta control
The fuck was they thinking? You on a roll
You hit the splits and get naked, girl, you're honor roll
You payin' the rent these days and the groceries, woah
Luckily, I got rich after that
Luckily, you stole my bitch after that
Luckily, you went platinum like plaques
Call me from the condo, I'm picking you up
You and I know, I know you deserve it
If I brought your birthday, you turn it up (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Last week, you gave me the sickest threesome (Oh yeah)
This week, you gave me the sickest head
Last night, you tried to blow my mind (Ooh, yeah)
And tonight, you tried to do it again, oh, woah
[Drake:]
Your mind and your body is outta control (Yeah)
The fuck was they thinking? You vulnerable, yeah (Okay)
You got them Liz Taylor diamonds and a heart of gold (Yeah)
You got that big ol' crib now and the sign says so (Ayy)
We're face to face in the crowd
Laughin' over shots, people eyein' us down
Same night, word is goin' 'round town
That kind of word can really get around
That can make a lost love come unfound
Your ex needs to turn that frown upside down
Smile and keep it pushin' before it goes south
Can you come home with me tonight, are you allowed?
I know you got the kids at the house
Pay the nanny double and come roll with the owl
You'll be back in time to make 'em breakfast, no doubt
Just stay the night with me, get nasty
[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Call me from the condo, I'm picking you up
You and I know, I know you deserve it
If I brought your birthday, you turn it up (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Last week, you gave me the sickest threesome (Oh yeah)
This week, you gave me the sickest head
Last night, you tried to blow my mind (Ooh, yeah)
And tonight, you tried to do it again, oh, woah
GLORIOUS lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
It's so fire, like, it's for the streets, it's for the baddies
It's for the ooters, it's for everybody
It just really gives me that vibe, like
Oh, my God, look at that bumper
Would've had no chance back in the day when I was on the come up
I would've got air time for that number
Now she lookin' back at me 'cause these days all the pretty tings wonder (Grr)
Yeah, no drummer, you know I got bands
You try to not act like a fan, but you know that I'm Drizzy, you know who I am (Know who I am)
Like grrah, for sure, ten million views in a day
Look at me, I know you see a cape 'cause you're one of them ones that's tryna get saved, I'm here
(I appreciate, like, free gifts, I'm not gon' lie)
I know that your man is a waste
But you won't look him in the face and say that you're wastin' my twenties away
What's hush always say? There's so many ways to get paid
(Isis is an Egyptian goddess, yep, so, but you know)
VVS pon your chest
Keys to the place, you're blessed
Flyin' on private jets
Don't even ask where we at 'cause I got no idea
Don't do me dirty for real 'cause I'm leavin' you here
(I really don't give a shit, I'm a, I'm a Capricorn, so)
(What does that mean?)
(We don't give a shit, yeah)
Damn, I feel like I just took an oath, I feel like I just took an oath
My hand wasn't put on the Bible, my hand was there pon your waist (We don't give a shit)
My hand was grippin' your bum, my hand was all around your throat
You said your mama kicked you out, so where the fuck you 'bout to go?
Can't be bouncin' 'round the 6, girl, that shit is a slippery slope
And that's why I'm tryna take care of some things, at least until you get afloat
But then you start doing your thing, whatever was floatin' your boat
I'm taking you here and taking you there, you must take man for a joke
Damn
Fuck me like (Yeah)
Fuck me like you mean it
Course I'm out here leanin'
Party there still fiendin'
Course I wanna fuck her, but I wan' treat her, ayy
And now I got you thinkin' the right idea
Fuck me like you mean it, fuck me like you mean it (Oh, oh, oh)
Fuck me like you mean it, fuck me like you mean it (Grr, grr)
Fuck me like you mean it (Look)
I was chillin' with your girl on a flight, she was tellin' me how you're way too attached
You're at work and you're rushin' back, but you got no whip, you take bus and back
She say you wanna make it in music, but she doesn't have much trust in that
She loves you and gets nothin' back, I could tell that she wants me to bust her back
Ayy, but if I bust her back, she gon' need an MB to adjust her back (Facts)
Your man's on foot right now, tryna share a __cpLocation, hustlin' back (Woo)
Factory stones won't bust that down, I'ma drop that off when I touch back down
Girls might trip when you show 'em the tag, the group chat's lit like, "Bitch, I'm a gag"
Damn, life with this guy was a drag
He's better off wavin' a white flag, Baka seen bro, he was clutchin' a side bag
Yeah, straight up asked him, "What's in the side bag?" Tapped his chest, there's nothin' inside that
Guys won't sick and my killies'll fly that, we thought you were on that, broski, my bad
Yeah
We throught you were on that, broski, my bad, my bad, my bad
Fuck me like (Yeah)
Fuck me like you mean it
Course I'm out here leanin'
Party there still fiendin'
Course I wanna fuck her, but I wan' treat her, ayy
And now I got you thinkin' the right idea
Fuck me like you mean it (Yeah), fuck me like you mean it (Oh, oh, oh)
Fuck me like you mean it, fuck me like you mean it
Fuck me like you mean it
WHEN HE'S GONE lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
You and your nigga broke up
Bae, you ain't show nobody love since him
It's been different, gotta keep livin' (Oh)
You say you don't need nothin' (Need nothin')
But tell me that don't mean much (Mean much)
'Cause you gon' keep a mean mug
And try to go through it all alone, all alone, all
And isolate yourself from me
And now I'm playin' a guessing game by myself, what do you need? (Oh)
I'm on the other side of the phone, calling (Calling) and stalling (Stalling)
Making up excuses for you, for you, oh
When he's gone, let me know
When he's gone out your mind
Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
Let me know when he's gone
When he's gone out your mind
Ayy, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
You and your nigga broke up, bae
You don't know how to start again, don't know how to
Don't know how to start again (Yeah)
Don't know how to start again (Yeah)
Don't know how to start again (Yeah)
On the first few days, she brought a friend (Yeah)
Don't know how to start again (Yeah)
Three hours, you was preparin' what you was wearin' (Yeah)
Three drinks in, I'm already playin' therapist (Yeah)
Why you actin' thirsty off anyone that's American? (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk about money, it gets embarrassin' (Yeah)
Hoes gon' tell you we besties 'cause we take care of them (Yeah)
Hoes gon' be hoes, that's why I never had married 'em (Yeah)
All they do is look at me, see me as opportunity
All that's left between us is lease agreements and jewelry
All, all, all they left you with is anxiety and apologies
How you supposed to stay with that nigga in this economy?
Friends won't tell ya I'm comin' to you with honesty
All, all, I'm not tryna rub it in
But you gotta start again, tell me when
When he's gone, let me know
When he's gone out your mind
Oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
Let me know when he's gone
When he's gone out your mind
Ayy, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
You and your nigga broke up, bae
You don't know how to start again, don't know how to
Don't know how to start again (Yeah, yeah)
Don't know how to start a- start again
Oh, oh, oh
GREEDY lyrics - PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake
It's been a nice life, money and the bright lights
Ain't as bad as people describe
I've been a nice guy, people I've done right by
Flipped on me, but, girl, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Not suprised by nothing, I just take it in stride
On the bright side, everyone on my side
They still got they love and they pride, ayy
Let's get high, high, let's go sci-fi
I'm tryna be out of my mind
You workin' 9-5, what's the Wi-Fi?
I'ma try and buy you some time, some time
I'll be your lifeline, just get offline
Leave your phone and look at my eyes
Boy, does time fly, it was just nighttime
Now the sun is about to rise at night
Don't even know how it feels
Don't even know how it feels
Don't even know how it feels to be in love with me for real
Don't even know how it feels
Can't even imagine how it feels to be in love with me for real
When I disappear for days
You convince yourself you're to blame
When we don't see each other for months on end and you pretend it's okay
Don't even know how it feels
Can't even imagine how it feels to keep it real with me
While I still, still got issues I gotta deal with
Don't even know how you're feelin'
This is not conventional, this is not traditional, this is unprofessional
But these are my confessions, though, ayy
I'll let you know how I'm feelin'
I'll let you know, I'll let you know
I'll let you know how I'm feelin' for real
Ayy, yeah
Since we're creepin' on the down low (On the down low)
And I know your is mine (Yeah)
We gotta get right down to business, baby
'Cause we don't got a lot of time (Uh)
So-so if you're ready, let's go (Let's go)
Let's go for what you know (You know)
Put your money where your mouth is (Mouth is)
Let's rock and roll
'Cause the more I get, there's more I get from you, mm
I'm greedy for your lovin', baby
The more I get (The more I get), the more I want (The more I want)
I'm greedy for your love, babe (Greedy for your love, babe)
The more I get, the more I want (Yay)
I'm greedy for your love and (Uh-uh)
The more I get (The more I get), the more I want (The more I want)
I'm greedy for your love and (Greedy for your love, babe)
The more I get, the more I want (Oh)
I'm greedy for your love and (Greedy, greedy for your)
The more I get, the more I want (The more I want)
I'm greedy for your love and
The more I get, the more I want
I'm greedy for your love and
The more I get, the more I want
I'm greedy for your love and
The more I get, the more I want
I'm greedy for your love and
The more I get, the more I want
I'm greedy for your love and
The more I get, the more I want
I'm greedy for your love and
The more I get, the more I want
It's Up lyrics - Drake (feat. 21 Savage, Young Thug)
[Drake:]
I love all my friends
Thinkin' about this life I provide for them
This world has some real things dividin' them
My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him
My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.
I get knocked down, they help me rise again
Ref 1 leave the game, I'm sayin' bye with him
Drake, turn this shit the fuck up
[Young Thug:]
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps)
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps)
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp)
Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stopwatch (Let's go, uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips gobblin' on my cock (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch, nah (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number
[Drake:]
I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one
Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this
We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is
I told the promoter tonight, put me across from they section
We don't play patty cake, they just be lettin' us in, we don't do the inspection
I can't sleep at night with Thug at Cobb County Corrections
I think he did enough reflectin', I think my brother learned his lesson
It's all just a part of the game, we all gotta roll with protection
And just like the motherfuckin' judge, the hammers come out for objections
Nigga, what's up? A hundred and forty-three Rolexes in my collection
I put the horns on the front of the 'Bach, you know Drizzy gon' roll like a Texan
She textin' she love me, the Mexicans love me, I'm out here just makin' connections
And Junior Boy rollin' like Cinco de Mayo, he may hold a fifth in possession
The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election
You niggas is overprotective with hoes, I'm already over the next one
I'm at 48 with Ty and the vino, we drunk, it's not even a question
These niggas tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down at reception, ayy
[Young Thug:]
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps)
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps)
I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp)
Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stopwatch (Let's go, uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips gobblin' on my cock (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch, nah (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number (Woo)
[Drake:]
I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one
Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this
We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is
[21 Savage:]
You hang around too many niggas that's pussy, you gotta be pussy
If it's on sight, up your gun on me, all that muggin' and lookin'
Yeah, niggas doin' all that woofin', pussy
4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit
I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and niggas ain't on shit
My opps together, but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit
Them niggas be lyin', they niggas be dyin' and they don't never post shit
No rap cap come out my mouth, made a couple songs, think he hot now
Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now, broad daylight, he got shot down
Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round, bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now
Goin' live'll get your ass popped now, seem like everybody want an opp now
Leavin' him flatline, Slaughter Gang, knife in the back, I'm on that time
Turn him to a hashtag, make him a "long live," niggas ain't my kind
Tried and true, I'ma pop mine, I was seventeen with a Glock 9
I wanna see red, stop sign, I wanna see red, Clifford
She keep tryna rip off my zipper, I moved to LA, I'm a Clipper
He think with his dick, he a tricker, get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her
We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell
Say hello to the four-nickel, I got a magazine, who got an issue?
Givin' out smoke, pussy, my trigger finger broke
Don't try me like no ho, I always let it blow
I pull up, fah, score, nigga, we caught him by that store
How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?
I'm Slaughter Gang OVO
A half a million a show, but I still walk in with that pole, idiot
[Drake:]
Ayy, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz, T.R.U.
Bitch, I'm 21, bitch, I'm not 22
Knockin' off the namebrand niggas in your crew
Heard you miss your dogs, now it's long live who?
Idiot
Yeah
Blue Green Red lyrics - Drake
Yeah
Ayy, what?
Where the mandem? Where the gyaldem?
Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side?
Ayy
Look
Please write my mother and tell her, tell her the shape that I'm in
Thirty days, I have been sober, now I'm back drinking again, again
I got away from the city, I'm on the outskirts of town
Friends that I treated like family, they were just hanging around, around
Yeah, gotta lay down when you make bed
Gotta let some tears just shed
Since we blew up and got green
I gotta leave some of y'all on read
Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead
Might put some dollar 'pon head
Or just turn up the place instead
Thirty-six in the chest, okay
Twenty-eight in the waist, okay
Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way
Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no
Yeah, how many summers did I run? Like ten
I got a show out in London, when?
What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben
I have a watch face just like dem
But me nah watch face like dem
They make lyrics for who? Men
We make gyal come, then come again
Please write my father and tell him I found some fortune and fame
They're gonna try and behead me and speak on the family name
He said my knife's in my pocket, I'm in the center of town
I tapped the side of his pocket, he wasn't joking around, around
Gotta lay down when you make bed
Gotta let some tears just shed
Since we blew up and got green
I gotta leave some of y'all on read
Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead
Might put some dollar 'pon head
Or just turn up the place instead
Oromo girls, Tigray girls, all of my Amhara girls
Habesha girl, you're my kind, my kind
You wanna take some shots in the nighttime?
Run treadmill dey inna di GoodLife?
You wanna work up a sweat in a Life Time?
Okay, okay
Thirty-six in the chest, okay (Okay)
Twenty-eight in the waist, okay (Okay)
Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way (Yeah)
Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no
How many summers did I run? Like ten
I got a show out in London, when?
What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben
I have a watch face just like dem
But me nah watch face like dem
They make lyrics for who? Men
We make gyal come, then come again
Thirty-six in the chest, okay
Twenty-eight in the waist, okay
Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way
Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Bruk your back and bend up your knee
Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, friend up with me, no
Housekeeping Knows lyrics - Drake (feat. Latto)
A perm kick
Just for me (T-Time)
I ain't talkin' 'bout you (Let's do it)
Not, not yet
But hold on, we finna see if they gon' act like they ridin' on somethin' (Uh)
Broke, make your booty go
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Pause, act like you ridin' the stick
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride)
Ride (Ride), ride (Yeah), ride, act like you ridin' the stick (Look)
I can't get no eight hours of sleep
Not when you here layin' next to me
It's like the third time switchin' out the sheets
Housekeeping must know that we some freaks
When you go away, I hate the distance
Bookin' flights like I was your assistant
I could never treat you like no mistress
But if I fuck you like you are, then what's the difference?
Just get down
Just get down
I know you be with it, with it
I know you just get it, hit it
Just get down
Just get down
I know you be with it, with it (Uh)
Broke, make your booty go
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Pause, act like you ridin' the stick
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride (Ride), ride (Ride)
Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride, act like you ridin' the stick
East Coast girls poppin' ass and poppin' pills
West Coast girls do the same, but in the hills
Southside girls, they know how to close a deal (Southside)
Up in the 6, up, up in the 6
Up in the 6, they do whatever they feel
I done had too many drinks to hop behind the wheel (Skrrt)
Crocodile Birkin and I'm carryin' concealed (Boom)
Know you see it pokin' out, I never miss no meals
Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride)
Ride it like Big Mama, well, you better have some skills
Attitude on Clayco, but my ass is on Brazil
Latto givin' chills (Uh), Latto givin' thrills (Uh)
He got home from work and now I'm naked in some heels
He almost had a heart attack, he wrote me in his will, bitch, what's up?
Just get down (Ayy)
Just get down
I know you be with it, with it
I know you just get it, hit it (Big Mama)
Just get down (Big Mama)
Just get down (Big Mama)
I know you be with it, with it (Big Mama, uh)
Broke, make your booty go
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Act like you ridin' the stick
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)
Pause, act like you ridin' the stick
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride, act like you ridin' the stick
Family Matters lyrics - Drake
Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set, they'd give your ass a DP
But you civilian gang, in real life, you PC
You know who really bang a set? My nigga YG
You know who really bang a set? My nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea
Can't be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here beggin' for attention, nigga, say please
Always rappin' like you 'bout to get the slaves freed
You just actin' like an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?
I been with Black and white and everything that's in between
You the Black messiah wifin' up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say cheese?"
We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me
You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin', "Save me"
You did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one of 'em little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me
Ayy, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free
Yeah, yeah
Well, not that kind of free, I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a lil' K, we call that shit a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' straight
These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said, "Uh, uh"
Almost started reachin' for my waist
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it—
Yeah
Let me stop playin' around, let me take this shit serious, like
Niggas is a joke, I take it serious, though
Yeah, look
If Drake shooters doing TikToks, nigga
Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit shot, nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop nigga
You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her
I get active when it's war time, I ain't even really let my dick drop, nigga
What the fuck I heard Rick drop, nigga? Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job, nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars, let a nigga rot, kind of like your old job, nigga
House sittin' on some land, but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's, these days, that's a low ball, nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list?
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas need a shell from the clip?
Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas
Good kid, m.A.A.d city van, we'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears runnin' down my cheek, laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry
Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta, payin' just to find a tour guide
Abel, run your fuckin' bread, need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the nigga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside
Rakim talkin' shit again
Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first, nigga, do the math, who I was hittin' then?
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again
Probably gotta have a kid again 'fore you think of droppin' any shit again
Even when you do drop, they gon' say you should've modeled 'cause it's mid again
Smokin' Fenty 'bout it, should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a fuckin' lame, so I know he had to be an influence
These niggas had a plan and they finally found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows, almost had to swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cause all these rappers wavin' white flags while the whole fuckin' club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candlelight
Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick readin' my Miranda rights
I'm goin' on vacation now, hope next time, y'all plan it right
'Cause you gotta pay for sayin' my name, guess now niggas understand the price
Nigga, what? (6ix)
Ayy
Kendrick just opened his mouth, someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your uncle at? 'Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house
West Coast niggas do fades, right? Come get this ass whoopin', I'm handin' 'em out
You wanna take up for Pharrell? Then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease and desist is for hoes, can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac estate and begged 'em to sue me and get that shit down
I'm losin' perspective on beef, Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for nothin'
They shook about what I'ma say, but textin' your phone like, "We already won"
You tell me what I shouldn't say, but fuck it, my nigga, it's already done
We already know it's a twenty-v-one, we already know why you went number one
It's clearly because of The Boy, the honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about "Fuck the big three," it's only Big D, and there's video proof
Our sons should go play at the park, two lightskin kids, that shit would be cute
Unless you don't want to be seen with anyone that isn't Blacker than you
We get it, we got it
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
We get that you like to put gin in your juice
We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your girl, is it self-defense 'cause she bigger than you?
Your back is up against the curb, you diggin' for dirt, should be diggin' for proof
Why did you move to New York? Is it 'cause you livin' that bachelor life?
Proposed in 2015, but don't wanna make her your actual wife
I'm guessin' this wedding ain't happenin', right?
'Cause we know the girls that you actually like
Your darkest secrets are comin' to light
It's all on your face like what happened to Mike
Oh shit, it's all makin' sense, maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was prayin' his features would change so people believe that he's actually white
Top would make you do features for change, get on pop records and rap for the whites
And wait, you say your brother Jermaine, but you wanted him to stay out of the light
Oh shit, just follow me, right? 'Cause nothin' you sayin' could bother me, right?
I get off the plane and nothing has changed, I head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it, right?
You're dead
You're dead, you're dead
There's nowhere to hide, there's nowhere to hide, you know what I mean
They hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
The picture you painted ain't what it seem, you're dead
act ii: date @ 8 (remix) lyrics - Drake
[4batz:]
You want me to pull up?
I'll come and slide by 8 PM
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair
Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails
You runnin' out of shoes to wear
So I bought you another pair
Girl, I got you another dress
So bring yo' ass up-down them stairs
I buy you shit because you rare
And plus because you know I care
Bitch, you know you love it here
That's why you keep on comin' near
Your nigga can't compete, I swear (Nah, for real)
He tried, but now he look too weak, baby
I'll come and slide by 8 PM
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair
Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails
You runnin' out of shoes to wear
So I bought you another pair
You runnin' out of shoes to wear
So I bought you another pair
I'll come and slide by 8 PM
[Drake:]
What did I do to deserve you?
Don't even know what I did
Been' prayin' on me since a kid
I guess it's just luck if you say so
How you get all of that body and face, though?
What kinda water they servin' in Clayco?
Listen me talkin', it's not DNA, ho
Ready to pop out but we gotta lay low
I really gotta calm down
'Fore I end up in jeopardy just like the game show
Broski my twin, that's my bestie
He love me, said I got the blessin'
I swear he's gassin' me up
There's no way in hell I see you passing me up
Almost said I loved yo' ass right after we fucked
Don't know why, girl, it was on the tip of my tongue
Yeah, found someone I'm fallin' for
You hit me back, we're talkin' more now
The bodies that you caught before (They don't)
Make me mad or insecure (I'm good)
A thousand on your fuckin' hair
Two hunnid on your fuckin' nails, for real
This shit feel like a fairy tale (I swear)
I'll make them open up Chanel, ch-ch
I'm a stand-up guy like Dave Chappelle
I was cursed, you 'bout to break the spell, for real
Tell that nigga that you done with him
Girl, who cares if he gon' take it well, we done
[4batz:]
(Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair)
(Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails)
Buried Alive Interlude, Pt. 2 lyrics - Drake
If you were in a pine box, box
I would shovel dirt on top, top
I'd play this record on repeat, 'peat
You always been a bitch to me
If you was in a pine box, box
I would still be in my spot, spot
For you to make it to the peak, peak
It'd have to be the death of me, the death of me
Lookin' in the mirror, still embarrassed
Stop talkin' how you gon' spare us
React like an infant whenever I am mentioned
It's like you need tension to always get attention
You always said how you wanna bury me alive
Jealousy disguised as yo' muhfuckin' pride
Took you on your first tour with us, tryna catch a vibe
I was headline, you was standin' on the side
Brought you and that other hoe along for the ride
First time people lined up for your ass
Now you sayin' two pussy boys gettin' outta line
You been hatin' hard for a very long time
It feel like Twitter ghostwritin' your reply
Streets out here talkin' like, "At least a nigga tried"
It's how you felt in 2011, why we wastin' time?
Dreams come true, crodie, this is where you die
Push Ups lyrics - Drake
(Whoo Kid)
Ayy
I could never be nobody number-one fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan
I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on
Backstage in my city, it was friendzone
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the fuck you big steppin' with a size-seven men's on?
This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?
I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up
'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me fifty," like some push-ups, huh
Your last one bricked, you really not on shit
They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip
You better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bity
Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a verse for the Swifties
Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty
Pipsqueak, pipe down
You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down
Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down
Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now
And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down
Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now
What the fuck is this, a twenty-v-one, nigga?
What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga
Get more love in the city that you from, nigga
Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga
Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner
Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it
And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it
Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin')
Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (What the fuck?)
Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)
Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'
Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel
I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail
Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell
Shit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell
Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches
I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ayy
I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'
Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy
Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy
Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'
I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky
Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fifty
Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy
Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy
We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin'
All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches
This for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop
And that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with us
This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up
I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck
Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up
Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up
"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"
Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough
Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us
Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up
Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up
Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us
I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough
This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up
Drop and give me fifty, all you fuck niggas teamin' up
What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick?
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
Taylor Made Freestyle lyrics - Drake
[2Pac (AI):]
Killuminati
Dons rise again
You can see it in my eyes again
Kendrick, we need ya, the West Coast savior
Engraving your name in some hip-hop history
If you deal with this viciously
You seem a little nervous about all the publicity
Fuck this Canadian lightskin, Dot
We need a no-debated West Coast victory, man
Call him a bitch for me
Talk about him likin' young girls, that's a gift from me
Heard it on the Budden Podcast, it's gotta be true
They told me the spirit of Makaveli is alive
In a nigga under 5'5", so it's gotta be you
I would beef the whole fuckin' game
It was me and Snoop Dogg, had my fuckin' shirt off in the House of Blues
K, you gotta fuck this nigga girl, he gotta get abused
All that shit 'bout burning tattoos, he is not amused
That's jail talk for real thugs, you gotta be you
Gotta leave this motherfucker broken and bruised before we really lose
You asked for the smoke, now it seem you too busy for the smoke
I won't lie, the people confused
Now you 'bout to give this shit another week?
And fall back to home girl who runnin' numbers up? I woulda refused
Fuck these industry relationships, she not in your shoes
You supposed to be the boogeyman, go do what you do
Unless this is a moment that you tell us this not really you
In that case, there's nothing left to say, I'll just pass it to Snoop
[Snoop Dogg (AI):]
Nephew, what the fuck you really 'bout to do?
We passed you the torch at the House of Blues
And now you gotta do some dirty work, you know how to move, right? Right?
I know you never been to jail or wore jumpsuits and shower shoes
Never shot nobody, never stabbed nobody
Never did nothing violent to no one, it's the homies that empower you
But still, you gotta show this fuckin' owl who's boss on the West
Now's a time to really make a power move
'Cause right now it's looking like you writin' out the game plan on how to lose
How to bark up the wrong tree and then get your head popped in a crowded room
World is watching this chess game, but are you out of moves?
Dot, you know that the D-O-G never fuckin' doubted you
But right now it seem like you posted up without a clue
Of what the fuck you 'bout to do
[Drake:]
Yeah, unc', that's the truth
I'm definitely 'bout to come around the Lang gang and let my fuckin' bowel move
Shittin' on you niggas from a whole different altitude
High up in the sky like I'm Howard Hughes
The first one really only took me an hour or two
The next one is really 'bout to bring out the coward in you
But now we gotta wait a fuckin' week 'cause Taylor Swift is your new Top
And if you 'bout to drop, she gotta approve
This girl really 'bout to make you act like you not in a feud
She tailor-made your schedule with Ant, you out of the loop
Hate all you corporate industry puppets, I'm not in the mood
I love it when you niggas talk loose like I'm not in the room
Since "Like That," your tone changed a little, you not as enthused
How are you not in the booth? It feel like you kinda removed
You tryna let this shit die down, nah, nah, nah
Not this time, nigga, you followin' through
I guess you need another week to figure out how to improve
What the fuck is taking so long? We waitin' on you
The rest of y'all are definitely involved, y'all gettin' it too
Soon as you get the courage to drop, I'm out on the loose, on the loose
Yeah, shout out to Taylor Swift
Biggest gangster in the music game right now
You know, I moved my album when she dropped, I said that already
You know, she 'bout to milli' run through a Milly Rock on your head top, well
She got the whole pgLang on mute like that Beyoncé challenge, y'all boys quiet for the weekend, like
Dot, I know you're in that NY apartment, you strugglin' right now, I know it
In the notepad doing lyrical gymnastics, my boy
You better have a motherfuckin' quintuple entendre on that shit
Some shit I don't even understand, like
That shit better be crazy, we waitin' on you
Yeah
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