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1Xtra Freestyle lyrics - Drake

Who else really trying to mess with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G though
Treating Birmingham just like my Hollywood shows
I'm trying to tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to lose
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls are down to roll
We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole
I live fast die young, never take it slow
Tell your girl to tell a friend that it's time to go
And tell me today's weather
I know they say they're good, but trust me I'm better
I sound like the coldest Miami night ever
I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater
Really it's whatever
I am murdering and this is so amusing
If they're a sight to see then I am an illusion
I tell you I'm the man baby what is the confusion
And if they're still sleeping on me, someone hit the snooze then
And keep sleeping while I sell a couple million
I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling
I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing
But fuck what they say let me tell you how I'm feeling
I'm drinking
These London street lamps got a real glow
Dizzy playing driving fast but it feels slow
And ask your man, he a hater, baby, he don't know
I could kick a punt and turn that shit into a field goal
This here was meant to get buried
I got a lot of things, I mention those barely
I ain't lying to the kids like the dentist ain't scary
I'm what Lebron was to Saint Vincent, Saint Marry
But I ain't playing high school games
Pulling McLarence through a McDonald's drive through lane
I'm to fly, I keep it hip hop like Afu-Ra
Baby girl on that McLaren
You gotta lift the doors
Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords
I do it better than the best could
You know what it is, Drake and Tim Westwood

Behind Barz lyrics - Drake

(from "Top Boy" soundtrack)

Yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like R's and V's and O's
I don't really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Chubbs through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose
Just like that one time at 'Chella
Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Stay in big six-six with woes
Man start dissin' and doin' reposts
They do anything except road
Still can't see them after it snows
I don't have time for the wasteman jokes
Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close
Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath
Versace hotel and I'm takin' the robes
Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost
They told me relax 'cause they're takin' control
Take all that shit up with P and his bro
I wish you the best, let me know how it goes
Wanna be free and I wanna let go
We came around and you showed us the most
I know so much shit that I cannot expose
I keep it inside and I laugh on my own
Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up
I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough
You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust
They got no direction, they're followin' us
I come from a city that they never touch
Your man is a goofy and he could get brushed
I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust
I dream about turnin' these yutes into dust

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like R's and V's and O's
I don't really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Roxx through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose
Just like that one time at Nobu
Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Think you know me? That's not true
We got ties in West End too
She came over and she got slewed
Throwin' up six like man had flu
I got way too big off Views
Back to the basics, I won't lose
They wanna link when they got no chunes
They too worried 'bout sellin' out shoes
I don't give a fuck 'bout jeans and crep
Or goin' to Milan or goin' to the Met
I just wanna make these songs for the set
I just wanna load that and let that wet
I got so much tings in the stash
Fold up anyone, dun that clash
Got no sense like Jizzle and shh
Big and bad like leader and shh
Can't do love 'cause they get too attached
Phone get broke and whip get scratched
I'ma just take my knots in cash
They can never tie me down, that's facts
All that bark but we know he's a cat
I don't really like goin' tit for tat
I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat
I'ma just end that there, that's that

Behind Barz (Link Up TV Freestyle) lyrics - Drake

Yeah, Link Up TV, Behind Barz
Big up man like Rashid, Joey, Tadas, yeah
Shout-out Giggs for settin' the ting
SN1, OVO
Mm-hmm, yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like Rs and Vs and Os
I don't really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Chubbs through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose
Just like that one time at 'Chella
Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Staying in big six-six with woes
Man start dissin' and doin' reposts
They do anything except road
Still can't see them after it snows
I don't have time for the wasteman jokes
Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close
Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath
Versace hotel and I'm takin' the robes
Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost
They told me relax 'cause they're takin' control
Take all that shit up with P and his bro
I wish you the best, let me know how it goes
Wanna be free and I wanna let go
We came around and you showed us the most
I know so much shit that I cannot expose
I keep it inside and I laugh on my own
Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up
I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough
You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust
They got no direction, they're followin' us
I come from a city that they never touch
Your man is a goofy and he could get rushed
I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust
I dream about turnin' these yutes into dust

Yeah, yeah
Big Scorpion, out now
Yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes
I like Rs and Vs and Os
I don't really play no tic-tac-toe
Been with Roxx through highs and lows
We seen man last night, they froze
Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose
Just like that one time at Nobu
Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Think you know me? That's not true
We got ties in West End too
She came over and she got slewed
Throwin' up six like man had flu
I got way too big off Views
Back to the basics, I won't lose
They wanna link when they got no chunes
They too worried 'bout sellin' out shoes
I don't give a fuck about jeans and crep
Or goin' to Milan or goin' to the Met
I just wanna make these songs for the set
I just wanna load that and let that wet
I got so much tings in the stash
Fold up anyone, dun that clash
Got no sense like Jizzle and shh
Big and bad like leader and shh
Can't do love 'cause they get too attached
Phone get broke and whip get scratched
I'ma just take my knots in cash
They can never tie me down, that's facts
All that bark but we know he's a cat
I don't really like goin' tit for tat
I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat
I'ma just end that there, that's that

Yeah, Link Up TV
Drizzy Drake
Maddas, jheeze!

Duppy Freestyle lyrics - Drake

I'm in shock
The nerve, the audacity
Okay

So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs
What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets
Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat
Keep getting temperature checks
They know that my head overheats
Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve
Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam
Y'all are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring Calicos to the Alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous
I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose
You niggas leeches and serpents
I think it's good that now the teachers are learning, yeah
Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you
So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do
There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude
Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike and Mercedes
But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s
I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately
Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah
And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times
Nigga was at Kroger working double time
Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy
Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs
Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it
I'm fearless with it, yeah
I really shouldn't have given you none of my time
'Cause you older than the nigga you running behind
Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you
Like Virginia Williams
I'm too resilient, get out your feelings
It's gonna be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy and Baby, "I'ma done him for you"
Tell 'Ye we got a invoice coming to you
Considering that we just sold another 20 for you

To be honest
Duppy

Fire In The Booth lyrics - Drake

Yeah
I been waiting on this one Charlie, for real
I've been waitin' Driz
I've been waitin', let's get 'em bro
Nah, for real
Shout out Boi-1da too
Mm, I like that
Let's get 'em Driz
You don't have a drink, you're not drinking or what?
I got a drink bro
Ha ha ha ha, I like that
I got my drink right here. Cheers my bro
Toast up man
Yeah, okay, yeah

Goldman Sachs, they wanna hold my racks
Hedge fund investors talk to Adel like he the expert
I hear it in their tone when they address him
We way too connected
Tom Ford assistant texted asking if I want classic or double breasted
I flex with broad shoulders
When I walk through the halls they move over
Stories of how we handle ours start to travel like a lone soldier
I told you
You hold your girl the same way that I hold composure
Or hold the wheel of the Fuji white Rover
Silverstein dinners, all kosher
Never rushin'
My niggas really made somethin' from nothin'
Dodge sentences like they don't wanna discuss it, change subject
Got the Benny Yang chains rubbin', never tucked in
Waiting to inhale
Things that I own will sell at auction as proof we did well
My house museum-scale
The only skeletons here are the ones from the nights I raised hell
Make sure the staff are paid well
Make 'em think twice 'bout the stories that they tell
No one knows when the plan is hatchin'
I'ma let 'em walk on eggshells
Tiptoe, niggas better know

Wow, man like Drizzy Drake!
Yeah
Got his foot on your neck man
What time is it? What time is it? It's like two in the morning right now
Yeah, well it's real late over here
It's me and Charlie, that's it, you hear me? We got the whole building to ourselves
We got the building. Kill them again, kill them again Driz, kill them!

Y'all keepin' the score while watchin' me score
Y'all keep the awards, I'll take the rewards
If y'all goin' for fun, I'll stay and record
But if y'all goin' to war I'm there for sure
Wouldn't miss it
I'm living next to Michael, Bobby, Ralph, Johnny
My neighbors soundin' like New Edition
That's these guys
Us guys don't wear New Balance or Levi's
Key West retirement plan
Grippin' the Callaway club in my hand
Hittin' balls off of the balcony into the sand
Tryna see where they land
October Firm the new chain of command
El chico, this verse is the explanation for the large ego
100 mill' hands free like Ronaldinho
I go from Star to Venetian in a small speedboat with girls we know
Take your pick, Brooke or Tanya
Both those shorties'd leave their GPS on so I can find ya
Drop __cpLocation
Spring break trips, I'm in hot rotation
I took a lot of my brothers from B and E licks or the pot rotation
To ridin' shotgun in a Picasso painting
Tricks up sleeves, have 'em playin' innocent to get the shits I need
Loyalty is priceless to me and this I see
Before I ever seen this shit tatted on P and tatted on C and tatted on me
I speak truth and get to shatterin' dreams
So it's best to tiptoe, niggas better know, yeah

Drizzy Drake! You're an animal Drake! You already know that you an animal bruh! Animal!
I'm saucy!
Saucy! You just stepped out of the club straight into the booth like it's light. Tear up the ting in one take!
Showed up for you, you know what I'm sayin'?
My brother Drizzy
My brother, you already know
Wow. And you know what it's like. You stepped out the club into the booth to prove to everyone why you number one bro. Why you got your foot on their necks!
Nah for real. I stepped in here, SN1, OVO, Fire in the Booth, Charlie Sloth. Come on. The official. I rock with the official. I'm on official ting, you know what it is man. Come on, come on
Ay bro, it feels like that's another moment there, you know what? Like, I got to say this to you on the real bro. The way that you've embraced British culture will be remembered forever. And the UK love you. The real G's over here, you know that bro. When you go to your parties, you see who's in your parties
Nah, you know what it is, of course
It's the certies
Nah, listen, but listen. It's a family and it's a big family, you know what it is. I'm just happy to be home, like I said man
My brother, man. Foot on neck time
Yo, are these guys dumb? You see the big man Charlie too, oh my goodness
My brother Drizzy. I can hear these rappers' prayers man
Nah, I'm heated for you right now
They're like, "Yo, please tell Drizzy to take his foot off my neck!"
Nah, I'm heated right now man, oh my goodness. Shout out French Montana, my brother, you know what I'm sayin'? The big wave, yeah. Shout out Huncho, Quavo. Shout out Offset, blessings on the new ting. Oh my goodness. Shout out, yo–. I could go for hours. Charlie, come on man
Ay, you could go for hours. I was at your party the other night, I've seen who was there. I'm like, "Whoa!" There's a lot of people, there was a lot of faces in that party
Nah, I don't wanna hear no chat for the whole 18 about Charlie Sloth. Are you dumb? Alright. Jheeze, jheeze
And that right there: one take. A real moment right there
Yeah, jhee!
And that's Fire in the Booth my guy!
And I'll be back January-February part two, you know what time it is. Come on!
Okay, okay
Shout out all the G's too, man. Shout out all the artists man. Everybody from here doin' their thing. I'm telling you. Big inspiration. London, England, come on man
Come on! You know I've applied for your passport, right?
Ha ha ha. I need that

Five Points Freestyle lyrics - Drake

Yeah, yeah
Y'all must be listening to Mies 'cause y'all doing less
Never more, shoulda guessed, rapping on beats like they pilots
Made a couple milli then I bought myself a cool house
With a pool house designed by Rem Koolhaas
I'm talking OMA, you're like OMG
I'm SOM, you're SOL, you SOB
Some call me Biggie, some call me Bjarke
Either way, I'm notorious: B.I.G
I heard your new tape and I laughed, like
Zaha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hadid
My bars are art so they're on those walls
My bars hard like Ando's walls (that's real)
Your minimal mind is kinda blank, scary
Your momma's face designed by Frank Gehry (oh god)
I need a final bar that oughta do it, I know
You couldn't bring down the house if it was called Pruitt Igoe

Girls Need Love (Remix) lyrics - Summer Walker & Drake

[Summer Walker:]
Honestly

Honestly, I'm tryin' to stay focused
You must think I've got to be joking when I say
I don't think I can wait
I just need it now, better swing my way
I just need some dick, I just need some love
Tired of fucking with these lame niggas, baby
I just need a thug
Won't you be my plug? Ayy
You could be the one, ayy
We could start with a handshake, baby
I'ma need more than a hug

Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't never say now
Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't never say now, oh now

[Summer Walker (Drake):]
Give it to me like you need it, baby
Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing
I don't need a reason, baby
I want it 'til you can't fight
I can give it to you right, babe, oh
I wanna be your healing
I can be real good
Please don't get in your feelings
Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove
Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove
Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove
Ayy, and you can't judge (I won't)

[Drake:]
You don't really call on me like you should
Link up, I'll roll through the hood
Problems, but everything's all good, my love
Your nigga doesn't want smoke with me, nah, no way
Trust me, it's all okay, trust me, it's all
You just need some, someone that's calm and patient
Submission, domination
Arched back, deep stroke
White wine, weed smoke
That's my best combination
You just need some dick with no complications
You just need some, you just need some
Late-night attention, uncondition
All that you're missing, my babe
Fucked up, shouldn't even have to justify
I get it, I'm on your side, guys get their way all the time
Besides, pleasure not meant for one side
You should just do what's best for your mind
How 'bout I just take my time?
You call up my line, I fall up inside you
Girls need love, too, I know

[Summer Walker:]
Girls need love, too (Yeah)
Girls, girls need love, too (Ooh)
Girls need love (Let me tell you something)
Girls need love (Girls need loving, too, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Girls need love, too
Girls need love, too
(So what's a girl to do when she needs loving, too?)
Girls need love, too
Girls, girls need love, too

In The Cut lyrics - Drake (feat. Roddy Ricch)

Ay, yeah
Pipe this shit up and I turn this shit up
When I was down, I was down
Now them diamonds for fun like damn
Ay, yeah

Trendsetter, Ben Frank getter (Yeah)
Whip whatever, whip whatever
I buy diamonds when I'm under pressure (Yeah)
When I apply it, shit don't ever let up, yeah
Look, I'm in the cut, the boy in the cut
Jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up
All of this grindin' for what?
It's funny when you niggas thought it was luck
I cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends
And I compete with myself while you niggas competin' with trends
Your foreign is used, I looked up the VIN
I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut
Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

And I'm way up at the top of the loft
Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off
Pull up smooth, A.I. with the cross
Countin' up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dogs I lost
I might call Pharrell, get the new Chanel
Thugger got the YSL, huh
I remember when the Feds did the sweep, I pray my dogs didn't tell, huh
Cruisin' down Biscayne
I was in Miami, she gave me top with the top off
Cartier wrist gang, got her a Audemar
She got the head, knock your socks off
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't fuckin' with me
You ain't in your bitch top five
I might pull up in the Six with Drizzy
I was just in Houston, fuckin' with the mob ties
We don't never ever play two sides
Hang out the Phantom, it's suicide
They ridin' my wave like a rogue tide
My necklace is wet like the poolside

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut, yeah
Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

Laugh Now Cry Later lyrics - Drake (feat. Lil Durk)

Whoa, whoa
Yeah

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby
We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby
Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

Tired of beefin' you bums, you can't even pay me enough to react
Been wakin' up in the crib and sometimes I don't even know where I'm at
Please don't play that nigga songs in this party, I can't even listen to that
Anytime that I ran into somebody, it must be a victory lap, ay
Shorty, come sit on my lap, ay, they're sayin' Drizzy just snap
Distance between us is not like a store, this isn't a closeable gap, ay
I've seen some niggas attack and don't end up makin' it back

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad
What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby
We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby
Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

I'm in the trenches, relax
Can you not play that little boy in the club? 'Cause we do not listen to rats
We in Atlanta, I buy her a wig, she tellin' me Tae is the best
Point at the nigga who act like a killer, but you only one from the 'net
I'm like DaBaby, I'm not just a rapper, you play with me, you gon' get stretched
Ooh-oh
Bring Drake to the hood, surround Drake around Dracs
Even though I got a case, I'ma do what it take
And I never been embraced
And the money's hard to make
So I bet they're on their face right now

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad
What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby
We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby
Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

When he tell the story, that's not how it went
Know they be lyin', a hundred percent
Moved out the Ritz and forgot 'bout the Bent'
Valet just called me to tell me come get it
Knocked that boy off and I don't want no credit
If it was me, they wouldn't regret it
Left me for dead and now they wan' dead it, yeah
Heart is still beatin', my niggas still eatin'
Backyard, it look like the Garden of Eden
Pillow talk with 'em, she spillin' the tea
And then shorty came back and said she didn't mean it
It's hard to believe it

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad
What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby
We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby
Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

Lemon (Drake Remix) lyrics - NERD & Rihanna (feat. Drake)

[RetcH:]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

[Drake:]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it, y'all don't really get it
I pull up in a lemon, blocks get to spinnin'
Money 3D printin'
Never had a limit, never been religious
I just always had opinions
My daddy told me, "Listen
You better get some money and not die and go to prison"
So you see
Yeah, I got rich and stayed free
Free the dawgs doin' B.I.Ds
I know everybody not like me
Ayy, got the nerve to want a Bentley for her birthday
I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday
Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix
Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"
Ayy, get to sneakin' for you, bae
Say we talk but we ain't speakin' every day
And I know you know what P about to say

[Pharrell Williams:]
Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

[Rihanna:]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin' digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not 'cause she ain't livin'
It's just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A nigga 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five

You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It's Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, nigga

[Pharrell Williams:]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin' digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not 'cause she ain't livin'
It's just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A nigga 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five
You can catch me...

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute

Money In The Grave lyrics - Drake (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah, okay
Lil CC on the beat, mm
Yeah, yeah

I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large
Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead
Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars
I got two phones, one need a charge
Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart
I got big packs comin' on the way
I got big stacks comin' out the safe
I got Lil Max with me, he the wave
It's a big gap between us in the game
In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid
When I die, put my money in the grave

When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

I was on top when that shit meant a lot
Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
Still on top and these niggas wanna swap
Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts
I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at
Mob ties, so I'm always good where I'm at
Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J
Tell 'em when I die, put my money in the grave

Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat (Rat)
Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)
Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter)
Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars
Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I rebound it
Then I'm out (Then I'm out)
And I'll never talk about it (About it)
The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)
Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest
'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist
Want the house (House)
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I'm countin'
Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it
These niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)

When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

Not Around lyrics - Drake

Yeah, we back
Wassup ladies?
Swishahouse, baby
Wassup to all the ladies on the Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside?
Wassup in Bay City?
Wassup to all the ladies in Louisiana?
Wassup to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?
Marshall, Prairie View, it's going down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
TSU ladies

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix
Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit
Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story
Came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit
You know you important and shit
You know I'm supportin' this shit
We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit
I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid
I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch
Please make the most of this shit
Don't just come close to some shit
I give you this bread, you run me some head
And then you go glow up a bit

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to sli-
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix
Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit
Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story
Came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around
She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down
Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town
Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'
Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right
Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side
You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around
I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to sli-
I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch
She tryna get out of the mix
Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit
Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story
Came for my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

Omerta lyrics - Drake

Look at my history
I'm tryna see what's different from that guy and the richer me
The only thing I see is custom owls from Tiffany
And some gunnas that'll hit you outta nowhere like epiphany
Really, that's it to me
Aside from the obvious, man, it changes in scenery
Testin' me gon' have my niggas testin' machinery
They say that they happy, my man, that's not how they seem to be
The boy, he wild and peaceful, rest in peace Teena Marie
Ethics and values, mob traditions, old fashioned
Monopoly action
Bronny buyin' up Brentwood like he still in Akron
A lot of pain, a lot of passion
A lot of relaxin' while other niggas is overreactin'
That's how we continue down the path of Jordan and Jackson
That's some insight for y'all even if no one's askin'
Last year, niggas really feel like they rode on me
Last year, niggas got hot 'cause they told on me
I'm 'bout to call the bluff of anybody that fold on me
I'm buyin' the buildin' of every door that closed on me
Yeah, Loro Piana and Brioni, the one and only
Champagne popper, the love doctor
Your baby mother call me when she lonely
My tailor see me twice a week, he like my homie
Forever grateful, forever thankful
Diamond necklace, but she wears it on her ankle
The bitch is trendy
My enemies send each other the texts that they could never send me
I'm bankin' two million a show for the residency
Nevada gaming commission in a frenzy
How much money can this casino lend me?
Rippin' markers up over shots of the Henny
Vivid memory, can someone send me a real nigga interlude?
To me, Benihana is pigeon food
This not a forgivin' mood
So much, we gotta count the 20s up in a different room
I am just a body that my brothers are livin' through
Keepin' my connections strictly physical
Everyone that's married is miserable
I know that that is not a lifestyle I can give into
The rise to the top of this mountain has been biblical
I don't carry cash 'cause the money is digital
It's the American Expresser, the debt collector
Hailin' all the way from the Mecca
Got something for Trudy and Rebecca
This shit could last forever
The mind controller, the Ayatollah
I built a bridge to success and had visions of me ridin' over
Step in the room and October gets a lot closer
Haunted houses
I don't know how to count in thousands, only millions
Now tell your friends I'm not the villain
Send 'em to Lagos or Turks and Caicos
Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago
Never go the same places they go
Separate vacations
A far cry from when Drizzy had slept in the basement
I was never on the path to get into Cambridge
I mean, I was good at doin' math, but I'm better with language
Borderline dangerous, approach with caution
I plan to buy your most personal belongings when they up for auction
Man, truth be told, I think about it often
The petty king, the overseer of many things
I wish that I was playin' in a sport where we were gettin' rings
I wouldn't have space on either hand for anything
West Hollywood, know my presence is menacing
Cosa Nostra, shady dealings
Racketeering, the syndicate got they hand in plenty things
The things that we've done to protect the name are unsettling
But no regrets, though, the name'll echo
Years later, none greater
Death to a coward and a traitor, that's just in my nature, yeah

On The Radar (Freestyle) lyrics - Drake & Central Cee

[Drake:]
Yeah
On The Radar, 2023
6 G-O-D and my broski 2C
You know what it is
It's a madness and badness, combination
Yeah
Ayy, grr

On Morningside, got no stick in the ride
If I take flicks with the guys, I gotta put emojis over like three faces 'cause the feds can't see those eyes
People I shouldn't be beside
When I was an actor, they would go Stratford just to sell food on Bieber's side
Plenty reasons why I'm this way, my girl, that's just one reason why
Seen you around at Sotto, enough man, baby, you love on some eediat guys
Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys
You know I'm like 6'2" in the right shoe, love, but you love on some medium guys
I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 A.M., so you see sunrise
Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds seats, must be eagle eyes
Pressin' against me, thinkin' 'bout entry, know you could tell it's a decent size
You wanna know the real me, girl, say you wanna see deep inside
If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag, you don't wanna see him reach inside
'Cah we know some demon guys with jealous and evil eyes
You know that's how Jesus died, you know that's how Julius Caesar died
I bet they were decent guys, I swear they remind me of me sometimes
I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice, you never get treated nice
Fool you once, that's fine, but you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice
Two hundred mill' on the table, I hope I'm able to get this agreement signed
Told you I needed time, but really the truth is I don't believe in time
Feel like I been here over a thousand years like since the medieval times
And I'm still just a cutthroat king even though this is recent times
A man might dead that we're beefing with, but we don't do grieving time
Fuck teasing time, if I cum inside you, it's breeding time
So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll
Knew that I made it when I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals
Cench might need vaccine when he see how this vid' start going viral
If Lita's there, then the mash is there with grains in there like silos
The morning rain clouds up my window, I swear I feel like Dido
J-A-U-M, how it looks when man put you in a jam like typos
Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company, that's my final
Realistic, the shit might N15 like I'm going through Tottenham High Road
If it's beef, I'll get that shaved for bread and grease like I'm making giros, or I'm making gyros
So much for all these heroes
The numbers are good with me as long as it's comma then zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
Pass me a glass of the vino
If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino
I tell Baby M what she did to the kid, then I line her like emo
She didn't rock my clothing line when we had one shirt to go with the jeans though
Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino
Grr

[Central Cee:]
Crocodile tears, she ain't even crying
Why you swearing to God? You don't even believe in Christ
What you sayin' wallahi for? You ain't been on your din, you've been eating swine, nah
I ain't the man of your dreams, now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy
It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell out the O2 arena twice
Don't ask what the fee looks like
Don't believe all the media hype, like eighty percent of these people lyin'
Who can I ask when I need advice?
I gotta work hard, it's me who provides
Email YBeeez for the feature, look, what goes up must come down so when you're in the air, prepare for the landin'
I did everything that I could for my hood, so how do they say I don't care for the mandem?
Crib so big I might get out of breath if I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion
They weren't there for the action
Tryna round up three hundred Spartans, we going to war but we ain't in Athens
Everything won't go to plan, that's not how it goes, I'm afraid shit happens
Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas
What's making the haters jealous? I'm thinking the AP's eighteen karats
They call me my government name in Harrods (Uh)
This one ratchet, don't even know who her baby dad is (Nah)
If I cum inside, then I won't leave 'til I see her take the tablet (Nah)
He mention my name 'cause he wanted some fame and he ain't established (Huh)
Alright, you know the verse gon' hit when you hear that adlib
Come a long way, I was sellin' them opium on my lonely, but I'm not Ken Carson
I'm a hood, red hot, red dot on my head, in my hood, I'm a target
So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick, don't park it
I can lean out the window and horn it, I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte
Big fish in this thing, no armbands like a back stroke how I swim in that shark tank
Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree, start swingin' like Tarzan
Twenty-four inch on the rims on the Benz, I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (Huh)
Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script, now I'm living on farmland (Huh)

[Drake:]
Hmm, grr
Alright
[Drake & Central Cee:]
Alright
(Hahaha)

Only You Freestyle lyrics - Headie One & Drake

[Drake:]
(M1OnTheBeat)
Woi, yes
(M1OnTheBeat)
Yes, woi
Again and again, again and again, yeah

Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
I used to do lean and wok
Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard Drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
Habibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلى
With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
Niggas want a piece like cassava
But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba
Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
Ya man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
Ya man love Hezi Hezi
Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
You know when the beef just taste like veggie?
Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi
CC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn Abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me
I swear that touch me
I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty
If me and Gallest go St. Michael
The gyal come way too fussy, crushy
Man said they would do this and that
But the man weren't really that wassy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah, the man weren't really that what?
1-9-4-2, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me, love me
Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big
My gyal don't rush me
Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle
Man try send some young boys for me
Don't make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been droppin' lately
Don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype
Don't make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already
Don't make me have to side-by-side you
Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia but when I remind you
I'm touchin' road and I can't find you
Word to the M-O-B, I'm tied to
I'm givin' up when I decide too, gee

[Headie One:]
One
(OFB, OFB)
Suh, suh
Suh, suh, suh (One), suh, suh, suh

Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)
How much points have the gang got? Many (One)
Didn't ever have to rise that dots
It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)
Bro bro chinged up a opp boy
I swear he got chinged already? (They told me turn, uh)
That next one thought he was boss
Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)
Got this bad B on Henny (Turn, turn)
My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)
We dishin' out store and telly
Then we in France running out Trezeguet (One)
She look sexy, sippin' on Henny
If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
She give headie, headie
My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
Used to put light in the cling
And it still didn't stop it, smellin' like petty (Turn)
Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red
(Turn, turn, turn, turn) Balotelli
Them times it was M way (What?)
I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?)
North Penty, up top Penty (Huh?)
Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)
Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn)
But still found the bread to afford a trenton (Turn, turn, turn)
Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)
I swear I've seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)
That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)
I done run through so much Scottish notes
Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (One)
Still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert
'Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless (Suh, suh, suh, suh)
Got this cutie, she half Cuban
Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban (Turn)
Says she like chillin' with the ooters, booters
Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted
(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg
Putting that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed (Turn)
Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh)
.44 or the .32 auto bells, it's a toothpick (Told me turn)
No rap cap we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)
Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing (Told me turn)
Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'
They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'
All this drip on me like I'm canoein'
Time just flyin' (Huh)
I'm just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies
So the beef is fryin'
They tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie

(One)
(Suh, suh)

Oprah's Bank Account lyrics - Lil Yachty, Drake & DaBaby

(EarlOnTheBeat...)

[Lil Yachty:]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South

[Drake:]
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby

[Lil Yachty:]
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South

Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby

[DaBaby & Lil Yachty:]
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South

[Lil Yachty:]
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby

Search & Rescue lyrics - Drake

Aye (I-I), yeah

I need someone to be patient with me
Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look
They don't even need to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be (I-I)
But deep down I think about you all day, Mami
I know I'm a pit bull, but dale, Mami
I just wanna take you on a holiday, Mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, Mami

Come and rescue me (Woah)
Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap (I-I)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-
Come and rescue me
Take me out the club, take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

I didn't come this far, just to come this far and not be happy
Okay, that's fair
Remember that
You didn't come this far, just to come this far
Yep, I saw it on the internet

I don't really know how to confess my love
Really seen a guy, wanna test my love for you (I-I)
Don't know how to express my love
That's why I American Express my love for you

I need you, yeah, I really do
Tell me what to do (Okay)
Tell me what to do (Okay)
Tell me what to do
All I know is hit the mall and see what damage I could do (Okay)
I give you the world, but there's other planets too, and

I need someone to be patient with me
Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look
They don't even need to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be (I-I)
But deep down I think about you all day, Mami
I know I'm a pit bull, but dale, Mami
I just wanna take you on a holiday, Mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, Mami

Come and rescue me (Woah)
Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap (I-I)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-
Come and rescue me
Take me out the club, take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

Come and rescue me, woah
Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-

Man, I'm tryna hit the- (Aye, what?)
Don't hit me up and "WYD" me baby, nah
Send a boy a P-I-C or "See me, baby", damn
Okay, now we talkin', yeah, okay, now we talkin', yeah
Okay, now we talkin', yeah, when we talk you gotta listen
I don't wanna go missin', I wanna be consistent, not a opposition side
Put you in a, I won't put you in that fucked up position, I

I need someone to be patient with me
Someone to get money with, not take it from me, look
They don't even need to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be
But deep down I think about you all day, Mami
I know I'm a pit bull, but dale, Mami
I just wanna take you on a holiday, Mami
Say what's on your mind, I'm a call away, Mami

Come and rescue me (Woah)
Take me out the club (What?), take me out the trap (I-I)
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a-
Come and rescue me
Take me out the club, take me out the trap
Take me off the market, take me off the map
I'm tryna hit the group chat and tell 'em it's a wrap

Signs lyrics - Drake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Champagne with breakfast while I'm yawning
You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning
Lord forgive me, I can't take things slowly (Slow)
I'm gone on them once I get going (Gone on them, oh, gone on them)

She tryna take it all off for me
Tryna stay real close to me (Close)
I gotta catch myself
I can't play myself, I need to take it

Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy, easy

Railiza, you need a... money and visa
And you get what you want, always from me
I can't say "No" when you say "Please," I can't say "No"
Howisha, you need a... baby with me, uh
And I'm takin' my time, just wait, don't leave
I can't say "No" when you say "Please," I can't say "No"
You wanna drink like Bajan and dance like Trini, yeah
You want a supermodel pose like mi real friend Winnie (Like mi real friend)
Yeah, vacation is done but I'm not finished, no

Champagne with breakfast while I'm yawning
You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning
Lord forgive me, I can't take things slowly (Slow)
I'm gone on them once I get going (Gone on them, gone on them, gone on them)

She tryna take it all off for me (Close)
Tryna stay real close to me
I gotta catch myself
I can't play myself, I need to take it

Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy, easy

I stay to myself, I'll explain myself, I can't play myself
Oh, first night, holy night, five in the morning, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
And it feels like you're mine, signs of the times, oh, what a time
Playin' it right, playin' it perfect
Laughin' it off, but I know you're hurtin'
Signs of the times, I say all the time
Taking my time, just gets harder to find it
But you're playin' it right, you're playin' me perfect

She tryna take it all off for me
Tryna stay real close to me
I gotta catch myself
I can't play myself, I need to take it

Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy, easy

I bet I never disrespect you, darlin'
I bet you pardon me, darlin'

Sneakin' lyrics - Drake (feat. 21 Savage)

Yeah
We got London on da Track

This is all God's doin', man, you can't plan it
But if the devil's in the details, then I'm Satanic
'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it
My accountant say you sinkin' like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitchin' underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really, when she get to talkin', I don't understand it
You ain't own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man, I'm only twenty-nine, have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label, nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga (Yeah)

Shit ain't been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yuh

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'
Put me in a fucked-up position (Yah)
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (21)
Make me call my bro (21, uh)

Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic
When I come around, these rapper niggas start to panic
And they pockets goin' under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstandin'
They was hatin' on me then and they hatin' now (Hatin' now)
She was playin' with me then but she waitin' now (21, 21)
Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now (Mansion)
I was fightin' niggas then but I'm sprayin' now (Blastin')
I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss (Nope)
I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch (Broke)
Niggas takin' cheap shots on some cheap shit (21)
They the type to stand in line for some free shit (Broke bitch)
Baby girl gon' suck it till her jaws locked (Suck it up)
She gon' make me put my bitch on call block (Fuckin' up)
We the ones poppin', we the ones shoppin' (21)
We the one droppin' niggas, we the ones (We the ones)
They the ones duckin' when them heaters come (21, 21)
You that nigga snitchin' on your people, huh? (Shh)
21 Savage a.k.a. The Reaper, huh (21)
Pussy niggas gettin' shot for all that reachin', huh (Ya dig?)

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' (Shut the fuck up)
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (Count the fuck up)
Make me call my bros for assistance (21)
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (Bros)
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' (Hol' up)
Put me in a fucked-up position (21)
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro, dawg

I don't need love, I'm the GOAT, I just hit the beat and float
And I'm sellin' out arenas but you puttin' on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
'Cause if I don't share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow?
Mom's stressed, there's a lot of things we need
Chain smokin' in the house, it's hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my Ts with Febreze
Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese
I'ma turn this TSX into a Benz soon
I'ma see a lot of blessin's for my friends soon
Hunnid-fifty-inch screen in my bedroom
6'1", man, a nigga need some leg room

Shit ain't been the same like before
They ain't even wanna look up at the score
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yuh

Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'
Put me in a fucked-up position
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro, don't

Two Birds, One Stone lyrics - Drake

Yeah, more, yeah

More time with family and friends, more life
More time to get it right
It's only me, but I'm seeing four shadows in the light
My demons visit me every night
To the most high, I'm forever indebted
I know I gotta pay somethin', I know that day's comin'
I put it all in the music
Because if I don't say it here, then I won't say nothin'
Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges
Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazin'
I need to start losing my shit on you niggas that's hatin'
Too reserved, like I called ahead for me and my lady
Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting?
Ever since the blue basement, I found God and I lost patience
Between rocks and hard places of all places
Spotted everywhere, like Dalmatian
Cops snoop around now, 'cause all of my dogs famous
Please welcome the October fall baby
Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind's not all there
Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer
People too scared to tell the truth, so it's all dares
Count it, it's all there, and we all square
Quick money, I'm in and out
My dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinnin' out
But, shit, look at Dennis now, all Stacy Adams and linen'd out
More blessings for Sandi and him, more life
My parents never got it right
But God bless 'em both, I think we all alike
We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change
If we do get to do it twice in another life
Scared to go to sleep now
'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like
Back when the bar that I had set for myself was out of sight
Tell me how I went and did chin-ups on this shit when I can't see it
Pin-ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier
Soul sisters inspired my old scriptures
Now that feeling's gone like them old pictures
Mixin' liquor got us both twisted, words get so vicious
You just stare at me while you roll Swishers
Girl, I love you, but I don't miss ya
And no matter what year it is, I'm a 06er
Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school, man
Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy
Two percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it
Got two of my niggas off with a "not guilty"
Gave back to the city and never said it if I didn't live it
But still, they try and tell you I'm not the realest
Like I'm some privileged kid that never sat through a prison visit
Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon
I never worked to get it
But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories
That's gotta stop, though
You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo
If you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilos
You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas
Like, "This what we need to be on," but you never went live
You middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guys
I can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes
And you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your lives
Can't show us where the cash is, me, I don't judge
I'm just going off what the math is, numbers inflated
They all look at me, like, "What have you done for me lately?"
"I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest."
Aw, baby, stop debatin', I'm just a creative
My numbers out of this world
No wonder they got me feeling so alienated
You were the man on the moon
Now you just go through your phases
Life of the angry and famous
Rap like I know I'm the greatest then give you tropical flavors
Still never been on hiatus
You stay xann'd and perk'd up
So when reality set in, you don't gotta face it
I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis
It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces
I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places
Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy
Is you crazy?

What's Next (Remix) lyrics - Drake (feat. Baby Keem)

[Drake:]
Ayy, woah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah

I'm makin' a change today
The liquor been takin' the pain away
I heard you was givin' your chain away
That's kinda like givin' your fame away
What's wrong with you?
I sit in a box where the owners do
A boss is a role that I've grown into
I love you to death but I told you the truth

I can't just be with you and only you
Yeah, I got one, Virgil got one and that there is the only two
Man, how many times have I shown improvement?
How many nights I been (Woah)
Swervin' them potholes
Not tryna fuck up the wheels on the road, okay
Funny how life goes
He thought he was sick, now he wipin' his nose, okay
Soon as you give 'em your soul
You blow up and they say you're selling your soul, okay
They want my life exposed
They wanna know about the highs and lows

Well, summer, all I did was rest, okay?
And New Year's, all I did was stretch, okay?
And Valentine's Day, I had sex, okay?
We'll see what's 'bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We'll see what's 'bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy, ayy
We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy
We'll see what's 'bout to happen

I'm makin' a change today
The liquor been takin' the pain away
I heard you was givin' your chain away
That's kinda like givin' your fame away
What's wrong with you?
I sit in a box where the owners do
A boss is a role that I've grown into
I love you to death but I told you the truth
I

Ayy, yeah
I got one, Laurie got one and that there is the only two
Man, how many times have I told you the truth?
Man, how many nights I been (Woah)
Swervin' them potholes
Not tryna fuck up the wheels or fuck up the deals
I'm posted in Stockholm
It's me, the owls and the twins, it's only the real
I'm movin' way too humble
Weezy had handed it off, I still got no fumbles
I'm on the hot one hundo, numero uno
This one ain't come with a bundle
I'm in the Wynn, a million in chocolate chips
And that's just how my cookie crumble
I put a skirt on a whip and a crown on the six
But there's no need to dress up the numbers
Ayy, ayy, yeah
But I guess they must have they reasons
They wanna know how I'm livin' my day-to-day life in the regular season

Well, summer, all I did was rest, okay?
And New Year's, all I did was stretch, okay?
And Valentine's Day, I had sex, okay?
We'll see what's 'bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We'll see what's 'bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy, ayy
We'll see what's 'bout to happen, ayy
We'll see what's 'bout to happen

[Baby Keem:]
I told you that I was a mess, okay
I get out of bed and get dressed, okay
I think about ways I could fuck on your friend
It's something I never confessed, okay
God got me to protect, okay
Mama, I paid out the debt, okay
Baby Keem waiting on wings
You fuckin' him now, I'm gonna be next, one day
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt (Skrt, skrt)
You wake up and floss like I'm not for gossip
You niggas fraud, like I'm in the moshpit
This ain't for stage freight, black out the tent
Then skrt off the lot, went turbo, ferocious, and I
Your bitch on hypnosis, and I
Tell the mama that I'm sorry, Baby
Keem way too impulsive, and I
Baby Keem been a GOAT, we know
Baby Keem for the soul, we know
Keep these hoes on tippy-toe
Your relation with the trolls
Pick him up and wipe his nose
I jump in out that fire
Microwave relationships on IG

[Drake:]
I'm makin' a change today
The liquor been takin' the pain away
I heard you was givin' your chain away
That's kinda like givin' your fame away
What's wrong with you?
I sit in a box where the owners do
A boss is a role that I've grown into
I love you to death but I told you the truth
I

[Baby Keem:]
Happy birthday, bitch
I got a gift for you, it's my dick
Make a wish, make a wish
Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish

Yes Indeed lyrics - Lil Baby & Drake

[Drake:]
Yeah
[Future:]
Wheezy out of here

[Drake:]
The dash, it's digital, the schedule busy
My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin', it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, "look up" 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's
Booked for three years, man you can't even book me
It's me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me

[Lil Baby:]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed

Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s
Me and Drake 'bout to drop man, this shit gon' go crazy
They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement
I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make em 'go crazy
Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm the Baby

Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate

[Future:]
Wheezy out of here

"For All The Dogs" (2023)

 




Virginia Beach lyrics - drake

 I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (You, you, you, oh)

I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh

I know what you say

You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but

I don't know, I think I did alright

Know what I'm sayin'?

And you know how you get

Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'

I coulda treated you better, that's crazy

Nope


Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'

That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'

I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'

Lean into me, lean into me

Yeah, lean in, lean into me


Pussy ain't makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week

She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach

I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothin' but what you could see

You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait

You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league

She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat

That nigga spent his last check on your car and you got it and drove it to me

Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no


Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'

That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'

I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'

Lean into me, lean into me

Lean in, lean into me


Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Grr, grr

Yeah


Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match, your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that

You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period," but where you 'bout to end the sentence at?

'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at

And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that

I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends, you ain't interested in makin' friends

Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?

Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then

Workin' this crop like the rubber chute, I swear that I'm not tryna smother you

I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you

We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you

He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W

On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, a hot mom

Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no

Not at all, not at all


I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (Mother would be proud)

Amen lyrics - drake (feat. Teezo Touchdown)

 Father God

I come to you to say thank you

That's all, I won't ask for anything, I just wanna say thank you, Lord

Thank you


Prayin', prayin' (Thank you)

Pray again, pray again (Thank you, Father)

Prayin' (Thank you, Lord)

Prayin' 'til you find a man

That's gon' treat you

That's gon' treat you like I can (Amen, amen)

That's gon' please you

That's gon' please you like I can (Church)


Church like a priest, Turks for the week

Purse for yourself, purse for your niece

Know you don't do Percs, baby, but (Take your time)

That's the perks of datin' me

Red Merces with the red seats

Buy red wig, part the Red Sea

With a neat freak, gettin' mess-

God, forgive me

Father, I've sinned

Sent more than your father ever sent

Spent more than your baby father did

Ayy, you my baby, so I gotta put you in the crib

Same neighborhood where Ashton Kutcher live

I'm just doin' what that punk should have did (Thank you Lord)

She prayin' for me while I'm on the road

Prayin' for me while I hold her close

Prayin' that there's not no other girl

I'm prayin' that these girls'll never know

She prayin' asking God for a sign

I just went and paid her car note


Turn to your neighbor

Say "Neighbor"


Prayin', prayin' (Neighbor)

Pray again, pray again (Everybody, say it)

Prayin'

Prayin' 'til you find a man

That's gon' treat you

That's gon' treat you like I can

That's gon' please you

That's gon' please you like I can


Thank you for calling Mercedes Benz in Beaumont

If you know your party's extension, you may dial it at any time, or dial "9" for company directory

For sales, please press "1"

Calling For You lyrics - drake (feat. 21 Savage)

 Grr


I was in the club 'fore she even had it

She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage

She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static

She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it

Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics

I see her body, one-of-one, yeah

I see her body, one-of-one

Get to the crib, make you cum

Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (Tss)

I know your nigga was a bum

Fuck on the crodie, have some fun

Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (Tss)

Swear you can really have me, you really one-of-one (Tss)

How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (Tss)

How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (Tss)

Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (Tss)

I wanna beat on the pussy 'til the sun come up

You fucked on a nigga I see is my son, so what?

Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut

Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup

And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up

Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch

Couldn't keep my hands off her hips

Know she spent some bands on her fit

Know I told you that she really one-on-one

Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit

And I got a chance with the bitch

Loverboy, romance with the bitch

Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch

Like, damn


Callin', callin' for you

Callin' for you, callin' for you

Callin' for you

Need you to guide my eyes, feel it on me

Needin' you to hold me

'Til the inevitable

It was on my mind, felt it on me


Ah, he lied to me

Yo, he lied to me

Like I didn't give a fuck that we sat in economy

I gave a fuck 'cause he said the economy was full

It was not full

He said, "Economy was—"

He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"

I get up on that plane

I see so many seats in first class

Twelve, fourteen seats

Bruh

I sat in the back of the plane

Fucking crazy

And then, I go on that wack-ass vacation

The chef is feeding us the same meal every day like I was in jail still or something

I'm like, "Why are we eating jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?"

No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?

I can't eat that shit every day, what?

And then you proceed to go through my phone

You wanted to cry

You were lookin' for something

That's on you, it's on you

Sorry for your loss


Woah, woah

Fuck nigga wanna get fired on (21)

Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (Yeah)

Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (Pussy)

Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)

Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)

21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell

I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (On God)

I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (On God)

I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (Fah)

Put a college bitch in a Benz (21)

Put her in the Benz, no note (21)

Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)

We don't never tie, we score (On God)

She suck on my neck like she Dracula (Yeah)

Hit from the back, I might tackle her (Yeah)

Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (Yeah)

Fuck my opps, they haters (Pussy)

Fuck my opps, they hoes (Pussy)

The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (On God)

Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21)

I treat the rap game like a toilet (On God)

All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)

Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)

I see he be on his dork shit (21)

Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds

You know I be on my court shit (Facts)


Fear Of Heights lyrics - drake

 Ayy, ayy, look

Why they make it sound like I'm still hung up on you?

That could never be

Gyal can't ruin me

Better him than me

Better it's not me

I'm anti, I'm anti

Yeah, and the sex was average with you

Yeah, I'm anti 'cause I had it with you

Okay, I'm auntie like your daddy sister

Auntie like a family picture

And I had way badder bitches than you, TBH

Yeah, that man, he still with you, he can't leave you

Y'all go on vacation, I bet it's Antilles


Let me stop

You know what? Fuck it, let me go


What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy

Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh

Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy

I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?


Let's go pound for pound, I'm in Europe

Chrome Heart Culli', I had it imported

Got in my feelings, I had to record it

I never met a bitch that wasn't for it

Don't pay for pussy, I tip for the service

Let's keep it frank, I just got dessert

I'm in the G-Wagon Maybach

Just like some currency, baby, they had to convert it

I heard your bank account is on stuck

How can you keep it buck if you ain't got no bucks?

How can you keep it a hundred if you ain't got hundreds around 'cause you stackin' 'em up?

You niggas some pussy, for real

You niggas some sissy, for real

Virginia, I pull up and chill

You know you can't come where I stay

'Fore you get caught on a date

'Fore you get put on a plate, ah

'Fore you get slid on like skates

'Fore I get turned up like bass

I know that look on they face

Don't tell me your scared of Lil' Drake

Don't tell me your scared of Lil' Aubrey

My niggas is crazy, Wallahi

Don't even know how we escape

The chain on her neck is a A

And she got a lot that she need

So she gotta drop to her knees

Then she can go shoppin' for free

I got up with a opp at the mall

That nigga was coppin' a plea

Out the country, I link with OZ

Spendin' money ain't foreign to me

You don't do that shit more than me

You don't do this shit more than me

He might take you on trips and he might have some hits

But, baby, not more than me

He might be at the trap and order some ones

But ain't throwin' more than me


What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy

Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh

Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy

I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?

Daylight lyrics - drake

 [Tony Montana:]

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes

You know why?

You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be

You need people like me

You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers

And say that's the bad guy

Yeah (808 Mafia)

Grah


[Drake:]

Treat all my exes like Jehovah's Witnesses

Free all the dogs and fuck all the witnesses

They sittin' down, we standin' on business

Ayy, standin' on business

Standin' on business

Standin' on business

Standin' on, ooh

I'm tryna fuck all the bitches that look like my ex

I'm makin' her vex, I'm too complex

I carry a whole lotta gold on my neck

He talkin' down, he get put in a lake

Capo the type to show up to the wake


I'm geekin' hard, don't know what to take

Don't know what I took

My doggy got booked for actin' like Book

He shot 'em in... (Damn)


Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

(Shot him, he shot him, what? Shot him, what?)

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight (Broad day)


She went to Jung and she bought a body

I wasn't there when they caught the body

TBS think that I bought the body

Internet swear that I bought the body

Take more than that to go pop somebody

Them niggas talk about everybody

So lowkey I'm happy they got somebody, nigga, what?

Like what's in your shoe? We sockin' niggas

Like what's on your wrist? We clockin' niggas

Like anyone home? We knockin' niggas

We clumsy as fuck, we droppin' niggas

Like Lenny Kravitz show, we rockin' niggas

Like tennis indoors, we squashin' niggas

Like combo number one, we whoppin' niggas, nigga, what?

We grabbin' his girl and we leavin' a note

She broke up with him and deleted a post

She said she was vegan, she eatin' a goat (What?)


I'm geekin' hard, I know how it look

Don't know to take, don't know what I took

My doggy got booked for actin' like Book

He shot 'em in... (What?)


Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

(Shot him, he shot him, what? Shot him, what?)

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight

Shot him in daylight (Broad...)


[Adonis:]

Don't talk to my man like that

I like it when you like it

My, my, my, my man

My, my, my, my man

Don't talk to my man like that

I like it when you like it

My, my, my, my man

My, my, my, my man

You know which one you want

I don't care which one you want

You can take whatever

I don't care what you do

I will always, watchin' for you

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