Yebba's Heartbreak lyrics - drake

 How much better can I show my love for you

Than say "I do, I do, I do"?

I do, I do, I do

You may not know right where you're going

But I do, I do, I do

And all the times you wasn't chosen

Well, I'll make it up to you

All of the feelings you're not showing

When your river's overflowing

It's the truth, swear to you

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

And all that you are, I do

My single line of stars in noon

Reflection of the very moon, I do

I do, I do, I do

Show my love for you

Can I show my love for you?

(Can I show my love for you?)

No Friends In The Industry lyrics - drake

 No friends in the industry

My brothers been my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (Woah)

Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me more than that

Yeah I know I—

Hey, hey, yeah

No friends in the industry

My brothers been my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (Woah)

I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app

Stood on everything I said and never took it back (Woah)

No friends in the industry

I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact

Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap

Yeah, he hit us up and now we owe you something back

See, I was young angel but these niggas turned me evil

Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain't my people

Yeah, I heard some people say they know 'em as my equal

Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don't compete with 'em

Ask about The Boy and they gon' say they got the streets with him

Niggas so offensive knowin' they don't have no defense

Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?

All that linking up, man, I'ma see ya when I see ya

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin and that's a fact (Ayy)

And I'm like Sha'Carri, smoke 'em on and off the track (Aye)

And you love that hoe, but me, I put her on her back

You get Drizzy on a track, he'll put you on the map

Oh, it's like that? Hell yeah it's like that (Ayy)

And I got a contract, it's a max (Ayy)

SInce I got in contact, she attached

When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax

That should let you know how long I been out here runnin' laps

(I been doin' this for a long time)

Yeah, no friends in the industry

My brothers been my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (Woah)

I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app

Stood on everything I said and never took it back (Woah)

No friends in the industry

I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact

Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap

Yeah, he hit us up and now we owe you something back

(Ayy, what?)

Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it

And I got her waitin' at the telly naked

We ain't drop though, how you niggas celebratin'?

Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating

You niggas fuck with me, I give 'em motivation

And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'

Rest of them is guilty by association (Ayy, what?)

Fuck debatin' who the goat

Bet not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know

Bet not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know

Better find ya someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah

And all them tweets and all them posts

Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk

I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke

I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin and that's a—

(I could play off the iPod?

Yeah 'cause this a mother fuckin' 2016, baby

I see the way the lights go, on the dashboard

The lights go to the dashboard

That's how you know it's new, ooh)

Knife Talk lyrics - drake (feat. 21 Savage & Project Pat)

 I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets

Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat

To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor

Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)

Sticker, AK-40 to your liver

Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)

Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast

Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)

I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher

Ain't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' Raptor

No capper, street nigga, not a rapper

Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper

Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'

We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend (Yeah)

Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'

Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)

Yeah

I heard Papi outside

And he got the double-R droppy outside

Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside

I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherfuckin' flies

Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes

I despise

When I see you, better put that fuckin' pride to the side

Many times, plenty times, I survived

Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies

Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky

My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys

Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me

I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies

I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and her

I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure

Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks

Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts

Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang

'Til his brains hang and his mama sang

And the pastor sang and them bullets sang

And them choppers sang and the choir sang

I'm on everything

Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain

US Open, had it on us at the tennis game

Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games

And my pen insane, and my men insane

There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing

Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing

We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it

All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it

If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

Gang

Metro

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah

7am On Bridle Path lyrics - drake

 Yeah (Go Squad)

Ayy

Look

I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me

The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy

Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors

But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see

My nigga, have some decency

Don't move like a puto

Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo

I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto

Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho

With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso

There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos

I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo

You tell 'em I run the country, they'll say, "True, though"

Papi chulo, grippin' culo

And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes

You boys reachin' new lows

Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit

While you findin' all of the loopholes

You niggas move too cold

See the watch collection and assume I got time

'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone

Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"

'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones

Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned

Calacatta marble for my tombstone

Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song

Or any of his old songs

They sing them shits like folk songs

Kumbaya, boom-ba-ye

Know the owl stay on me

Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me

Tryna get the earl grey on me

But I ain't really into talkin' names

Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame

Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame

High fashion and my life is full of climaxes

And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes

Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses

That's how we passin' time

Hundred thousand on the line

At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine

It never happens half the time

My losing nights are still a vibe

That's the things I accept

You over there in denial, we not neck and neck

It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct

Man, fuck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect

They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean

People that could've stayed on the team

They played in-between

Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme

Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems

Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines

You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me

Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please

I could give a fuck about who designing your sneakers and tees

Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed

Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe

That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya

That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya

You know the fourth level of jealousy is called media

Isn't that an ironic revelation?

Give that address to your driver, make it your destination

'Stead of just a post out of desperation

This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation

While you over there tryna impress the nation

Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation

Why the fuck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations

If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation?

But let me digress on behalf of the association

I'll play it cool with you, Denmark a nigga like Copenhagen

See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages

In the La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'

Niggas textin' "Bro," but we are not of no close relation

I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment

Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement

The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'

You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'

Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages

Look at the total wages

And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages

If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases

Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces

They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you're going places"

Never understood where I could really take it

Yeah

Race My Mind lyrics - drake

 Just hung up the phone and I

Could already tell that you're comin' home intoxicated, ooh

So you better take your time with me

'Cause I remember last time you wouldn't make love to me

Then you fell fast asleep (I hope you niggas sleep)

Wouldn't even talk to me, no

Say— Say I'm so crazy, baby (I'm so crazy)

I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys

Please, for me

Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh

For me, please

I wanted you to race my mind, mind

They said you got high as the sky

Up all night just dancing, huh

I hit you like "Please come home to me" (Come home to me)

But you're not understanding, no

You gon' make me beg, make me plead (Plead)

I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys

I just figured you could make time for me

Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh, yeah

Race my mind, I got the keys, please

Picture me rolling through downtown in a A4

Picture my signature on a pair of some J 4s

Picture me carin' what niggas sayin' on Wi-Fi they don't pay for

Knew I needed love, but I think I value the hate more

To push towards things that I prayed for

Retrograde energy shifts are what I was made for

And don't you dare hit me back with no "K, sure"

Soon as I tell you that you the one I would wait for

You too saucy, too flossy, you moved in and moved off me

All to be with niggas who just startin' to move bossy

Maybe I just handled you too softly

Them boys got no Kelis in they blood

If your whole heart wasn't in it, I know a piece of it was

Posted that pic you sent me, it wasn't recent enough

How I'm supposed to wife it? You not Ayesha enough

You love getting T'd up

Love showin' the cakes, you know that they eat it up

Love touching the road as soon as it's heatin' up

Invited you over, you said that you showin' up

All them spelling mistakes, I know that you drunk as fuck

All them other mistakes, let's let it be what it was

Them niggas just can't understand it

I want you to change my mind, I'm praying you pulling up

Know who you be around, I know that they teaming up

Telling you you better off leavin' me in the dust

I wanted you to race my mind, I got the keys

Please, for me

Since you're comin' home intoxicated, oh

For me, please

I wanted you to race my mind, mind

Fountains lyrics - drake (feat. Tems)

 How do you know the way I feel?

You got me losing my mind, oh

Try to suppress my emotions

They're bursting like fountains, baby

They take me up, they take me down

I’m getting weak in my knees, oh

I got nothing to admire, taste certain

Baby, longing you make me feel something

I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain

I'll be patient with you, no more fighting

Oh, baby

Come in, come in, yeah, come in

I cannot fathom this life without you

Woah, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in

This feels like home now

Come in and stay here

Baby

Baby, baby

Baby, baby

I feel you in my mind

I want to dance tonight

It's in the air tonight, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know it’s all your fault

No, I don't wanna say no

You've broken down the door

Don't make me go, no

I just wanna hold you

I need no control, no

Would you let me love you, me love you?

It's all over

I lost my composure

I got love to show you

Would you let me love you, me love you, baby?

I got nothing to admire, taste certain

Baby, longing you make me feel something

I got my eyes on you, pull down the curtain

I'll be patient with you, no more fighting

Oh, baby

Come in, come in, yeah, come in

I cannot fathom this life without you

Woah, oh, come in, come in, yeah, come in

This feels like home now

Come in and stay here

Baby

Baby, baby

Get Along Better lyrics - drake (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

 Uh

This might be too real, too real

Hold me closer in these

Trying times, supposed to be mine

Baby

I need some help just like anyone else

Hold me closer in these

Trying times, open your eyes

Baby

You said you felt something for me (Talk to 'em)

I don't know when

Based on the signals you send

Based on the way you apologized

When you came to see me and then (Then what?)

You had the nerve to defend (Defend what?)

Mistakes that you made at the end

You said I was too invested

And that's what had forced you to go and pretend

I swear you crazy

Someone that's close to you reached out to me just to see if we had made amends (Oh)

Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge

But now I get along better with your friend (Woo)

And it's wrong, I know (Know, know, know)

But again (Ooh, yeah)

Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge

I get along better with your friend (Oh)

And it's wrong, I know, it's wrong, I know, oh

No

You said you felt, you said you felt

Something that's different from everyone else

You had the nerve to still ask for my help

Dug you out ditches, you buried yourself, ah-oh

You said you fell

And I took your word that night in our hotel

One thing about time, surely, time's gonna tell

Never had to work for much, so you said it yourself, ah-oh, oh

Can't let it go, can't get this out of me

This shit still bothers me

Don't you dare (Don't you dare)

Don't say you're proud of me

Hurt's just unreal to me

Now you wanna come crack to me (Crack, crack)

Three whole years after me

Why did you wait 'til the end?

Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge

But now I get along better with your friend, friend

And it don't feel wrong, but again

Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge

I get along better with your friend

Oh, and it's wrong, I know, but again

Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge

I get along better with your friend

You Only Live Twice lyrics - drake (feat. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)

[Rick Ross:]

No, I'm never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks

Money callin' so I threw the deuce up

Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin'

Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'

Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks

Rather you than me, here come that payback

Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can't tax

Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"

Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died

Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies?

Standin' on your own is when you realize

When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys

Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark

Never perfect but you know a nigga heart

A rich nigga that'll pull up to the park

Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars

Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare

Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there

Real niggas deserve to live twice

Plastic fork and some fried rice

[Drake:]

Yeah, two-point-two for the Rafael Nadal

Don't act like you're happy for me now

Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses

Catalog is immaculate

Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice

Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin'

Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson

The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum

Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin'

Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh?

Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can't be love

Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can't be up

That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh?

Damn, how can I forgive like this?

I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this

I had to fuck a lot of girls to get a kid like this

I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga

That's why I'm movin' all elusive

These boys on they last resort and it's givin' us all inclusive

Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga

Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga

[Lil Wayne:]

Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas?

I just call it like I see it, I ain't even lookin', nigga

I just walk it like I speak and I ain't speakin' to them niggas

I ain't starvin', I'm just greedy, all I eat is pussy niggas

Don't wan' see these pussy niggas, y'all can't see me, pussy niggas

You keep talkin' like you eatin', I'ma feed you bullets, nigga

I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga

Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga

I got bitches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, nigga

I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple

I'm so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter

I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window

Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack

Money trail right on track

Whip that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac

All my chains look like snakes, that's some real diamondbacks

Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back

I don't chill, I react

On the scale, my pockets fat, and to this whale, you like a ant

I'ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass

And on this Codeine, I'm a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass

I'm the hottest on the cellblock, I promise

I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott

Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop

Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi

IMY2 lyrics - drake (feat. Kid Cudi)

 I think that's what life is about

Truly findin' yourself

And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep

Lifted are my days, my dreams are vivid colors (Woo)

The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (Let's go)

No stress is on my brain, no worries here, I'm chosen (Yeah, yeah)

Made another way, my nigga, watch me go shine

When I close my eyes my world comes alive (Yeah)

La-la-la-la-la-la

People grow, good times sometimes (Nigga)

Real niggas in life survive (Yeah)

And I'm sailing to the edge of my mind

Nigga, double up life (Yeah, yeah)

Set the tempo, got a nympho on my line (Yeah-yeah)

Said she wanna unwind (She do)

And I'm focused on gettin' more

They too stuck on gettin' even, I'm ready for it

We should really be together more

'Cause I know we got some time but I'm never sure

Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (Yeah)

Fuck the world up, on my life, right (Nigga)

Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie

She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (Yeah)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah

Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Finding myself as the days

Fly by like us on the move

You told me I was a phase

Okay, fine, I miss you too

Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you

Pieces of myself that I should never lose

All these people that love you don't know you

How am I supposed to move?

Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah

How am I supposed to move?

All my niggas rally 'round me

Bold niggas gettin' real italics 'round me

Finally circled, found the purple

Undisclosed amounts straight from Universal

Too commercial, 'leven years later I done found my purpose

Here I am, oh, they mad

Goin' out swingin' for 'em, goin' out sad

Catch me ten-toes in the limelight (Yeah)

Fuck the world up, on my life, right (Nigga)

Sayin' I'm the one, she lie, lie

She checkin' for me, now baby come in my dreams, my dreams (Yeah)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Hey-ayy, hey-ayy, hey-yeah

Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Finding myself as the days

Fly by like us on the move

You told me I was a phase

Okay, fine, I miss you too

Probably wouldn't believe me if I told you

Pieces of myself that I should never lose

All these people that love you don't know you

How am I supposed to move?

Gettin' more

We should really be together more

But I'm never sure

Fucking Fans lyrics - drake

 I'm still working on me

And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)

Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness that I took advantage of

You sit in the house and I be out and I know why you're worried, uh (I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)

And you try and block it out

I'm so sorry for letting you down (Oh-oh, oh-ah)

I should've came home, came home sooner

You'd probably still be there if I

Came home, love you like I treat ya

You'd still be there

My girl, my lil' baby speechless

You'd still be there, baby

I'm still working on me (Work it)

And I'm coming back with a plan and there's money in my hand, baby (Work it)

You said I was fucking up when I was out here fucking fans, damn, and it made you look crazy

Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (Ooh-ah)

While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (Oh)

Ayy, yeah

Nights when I just needed to hold somebody

Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody

Picture and it's me sending chills through your body

I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you

How am I supposed to get to know somebody?

Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party

I can not be trusted on my own with nobody

I can not be

If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless

If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless

I was out here fucking fans, I was shameless

Yeah, and I know that

You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you

Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do

Hard for me to justify the women I was into

Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you

Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to

Then I had a kid even though I never planned to

I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news

I know that

Probably made you want to hit the streets on everything

Probably made you want to pour bleach on everything

Probably made you want to kill me on everything

Yeah, trust, I know that (Trust, I know)

Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four

'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before

I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know

Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show

Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro

You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow

Went six digits on the lock screen code

You're bragging to that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke

We both getting rich but the trust getting broke

Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope

Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul

Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know

(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)

The Remorse lyrics - drake

 Yeah, look

Me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap

People recognize me from the TV but I'm done with that

People don't want to see me succeed this shit come with that

Even when I come back I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back

Soon as I left I had to make peace with that

Dropped out of school cause nobody was teaching that

The best Western is where a nigga was sleeping at

Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts

Even if they make a movie bout' us this shit'll be hard to reenact

Dislocated shoulder it's hard to be always reaching back

All these "I owe yous" it's hard for me to be keeping track

Friends who've dedicated their life to just keeping me in tact

Hard to pay 40 pay Noel pay Niko back

All the nights I needed to vent to someone at CJ's set

All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at

All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed and times he had to double back

I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that there is no salary cap there is no paying em back, for real

I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix

Actually I never want to know because we made it like this

Shots got to fly either way now make it or miss

Overtime I was all good we take it in shifts

What would you do if it wasn't this that's a hard one

The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from

Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from

Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done

Delusional is a space I like to think that I'm far from

My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from

Bet against me don't know where they're getting the odds from

I know that when it's done I'm going wherever God's from

But I still don't know where I get the calm from

Yeah

Yeah, look

Got to hold my head high with two dry eyes

I told you everything is fine dog but I lied

I be trying to draw the line but it's a fine line

And I'm drowning out the noise from the sideline

Sometimes it's louder than the voice I got in my mind

I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time

Like how they telling me I'm done when I'm in my prime

They've been trying to push the narrative since 09'

And they've even had my ass convinced a couple times

But that ain't even the half I've had tougher times

Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes

And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side

We got problems we could never really put aside

I cracked the door for us all put my foot inside

I tried to kill them boys with kindness but they wouldn't die

So now I Kill 'Em All for acting like they couldn't die, yeah

My hard work doesn't just pay off it pays all the family debts off I'm taking heads off Future out here like Irving Azoff

House is paid off label paid off my soul for the money wasn't the trade off

Unlike most of you boys that fade off

I feel guilty taking some days off

Please don't Google my net worth the numbers are way off

I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with

I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off

Trust me it was nothing light homes

They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home

I know you love me can't picture being a hubby fingers too stubby to fit a ring on unless Kawhi want to run it back

Other than that the strings will be unattached

Certified Lover Boy I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that y'all music is watered down will you love em back

And you know what I'm on blowing past you, owning masters

Said you're like a father figure to me but now daddy's not around so I'm a bastard

Oh of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more

Soft spot for all of the ones that came before I can't ignore it

I'm always trying to rekindle from the bottom to the top man what's it like in the middle

From the lemon faced radio host that love to be bitter

To my dogs in the game who wasn't pickett or litter

For the youngest out here starting from the beginning

Nobody praying for you when you winning don't forget it

Woah, woah, woah-woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah-woah, woah

Woah, woah, ah

Said it's hard when it starts to fade away

Said it's hard when it starts to fade away

Yeah (Ooh, yeah)

Said it's hard when it starts to fade away

Hard when it starts to fade away

It's hard when the memories start to fade away

Said its hard when the memories start to fade away

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Ooh, ooh) So beautiful

Yeah, yeah, yeah

EP: "Scary Hours 2" (2021)

 

• What's Next
• Wants And Needs
• Lemon Pepper Freestyle

What's Next lyrics - drake

 Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale is

To get you under my pressure

Richer

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

Yes, uh

Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Godfather with a garden full of snakes

Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith

Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass

Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves

Courtroom soundin' like I'm in the opera

Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us

Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars

But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got it

Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite

Count money all night under the candlelight

Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?

Not a model, but I know I been your idol

Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter

On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer

Practicin' social distance with all these snitch niggas

Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us

Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks

Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up

Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love

Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub

G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up

Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up

Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me

Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

Yeah, heart just turned purple

Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle

Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hundred

Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public

She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage

Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges

I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert

Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin'

"The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino"

Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo

One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow

Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please

You gotta have the link before you order these

Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys

We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me

You just found a bottle with the messages

These days, fame is disconnected from excellence

Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is

Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before

Private villas only, I don't go near a resort

We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan

I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji

They all say they love me, but they hardly know me

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my little man

Recess hits, daddy probably made another M

School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed

Regardless of what they husbands do to provide

Askin' if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans

Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service

Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose

If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker

Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica

Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya

Ross sittin' on two hundred thirty-five acres

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)

Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)

Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)

All my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts)

Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)

Lemme know if that's a problem (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it

Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it all

And bein' honest, I don't really wanna talk about it

And if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it

I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it

Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix

'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made it

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives

I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes

And the squad look bigger to the young guys

And my dick feel better when you drunk, right?

Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise

And my diamonds all hittin' like tie-dye

Air Canada Centre nigga when I die

Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry

First couple rows, you gon' see the real guys

The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size

The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time

Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time

'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time

To be real, man, I never did one crime

But none of my brothers could caption that line

At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted

Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it

When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics

Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it

Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted

Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'

Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'

Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'

I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'

Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'

After that, the killers just go into hibernation

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill

How I get a girl and girls still wanna holler still?

How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt

My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills

My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill

You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk

And your albums like some motherfuckin' fire drills

It's like this shit feels real, but it's never real (Yeah)

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

Wants And Needs lyrics - drake (feat. Lil Baby)

 [Drake:]

(Six)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsense

Speakin' out of context, people need some content

Niggas tryna keep up, shit is not a contest

Whippin' Benz concept

Heaven-sent, God-sent

Least that's what my mom says

Proof is in the progress, money's not a object

Busy than a motherfucker, you know how my job get

Barkin' up the wrong tree, you know how the dogs get

Haven't fallen off yet, yee

Come with a classic, they come around years later and say it's a sleeper

The earrings are real, the petty is real, might charge my ex for a feature

Deposit the money to Brenda, LaTisha, or Linda, Felicia

She came for me twice, I didn't even nut for her once, you know I'm a pleaser

Forty-two millimeter, was made in Geneva

Yeah, I probably should go to Yeshiva, we went to Ibiza

Yeah, I probably should go link with Yeezy, I need me some Jesus

But soon as I started confessin' my sins, he wouldn't believe us

Sins, I got sins on my mind

And some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind

And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind

I'm in love, I'm in love with two girls at one time

And they tens, that's why I got ten on my mind

I got M's, got a lot of M's on my mind

And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind

Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life

Amen

[Lil Baby:]

I'm from the four, but I love me a threesome

Dior my deleter, she my lil' secret

He tryna diss me to blow up, I peep it

I can't respond, we just go at your people

If I left some racks on the bed, you can keep it

This shit gettin' deeper and deeper, I dig it

My shovel wasn't bent, I was broke, had to fix it

A shark in the water, you swim with the lil' fishes

I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it

I grab her neck, she look up, then I kiss it

I'm not a GOAT, but I fit the description

I like to pour, so I get the prescription

We walk around with them bands in our britches

This gun ain't gon' jam, when I blow, I ain't missin'

I'm droppin' hit after hit, I'm just chillin'

But I'll send a hit while I chill with my children

Bigger the business, the bigger the office

I fucked 'round and found me a swag, then I caught up

They call for my artists, they makin' me offers

I don't even bargain, I'll start from the bottom

I lost a Ferrari, Las Vegas, Nevada

I woke up the followin' day and went harder

I'm crackin' my shell now, they see that I'm smarter

I gotta get money, I love to get charter

I gave her four Birkins and one's for her daughter

I can't let 'em down, walk around with my guard up

I'm screamin' out "YOLO," yeah, that's still the motto

I know I be on some shit that they ain't thought of

[Drake:]

Sins, I got sins on my mind

And some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind

And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind

I'm in love, I'm in love with two girls at one time

And they tens, that's why I got ten on my mind

I got M's, got a lot of M's on my mind

And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind

Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life

Amen

Lemon Pepper Freestyle lyrics - drake (feat. Rick Ross)

 Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale is

To get you under my pressure

Richer

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

Yes, uh

Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Godfather with a garden full of snakes

Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith

Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass

Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves

Courtroom soundin' like I'm in the opera

Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us

Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars

But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got it

Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite

Count money all night under the candlelight

Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?

Not a model, but I know I been your idol

Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter

On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer

Practicin' social distance with all these snitch niggas

Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us

Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks

Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up

Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love

Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub

G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up

Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up

Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me

Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

Yeah, heart just turned purple

Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle

Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hundred

Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public

She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage

Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges

I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert

Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin'

"The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino"

Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo

One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow

Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please

You gotta have the link before you order these

Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys

We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me

You just found a bottle with the messages

These days, fame is disconnected from excellence

Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is

Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before

Private villas only, I don't go near a resort

We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan

I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji

They all say they love me, but they hardly know me

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my little man

Recess hits, daddy probably made another M

School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed

Regardless of what they husbands do to provide

Askin' if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans

Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service

Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose

If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker

Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica

Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya

Ross sittin' on two hundred thirty-five acres

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)

Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)

Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)

All my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts)

Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)

Lemme know if that's a problem (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it

Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it all

And bein' honest, I don't really wanna talk about it

And if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it

I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it

Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix

'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made it

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives

I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes

And the squad look bigger to the young guys

And my dick feel better when you drunk, right?

Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise

And my diamonds all hittin' like tie-dye

Air Canada Centre nigga when I die

Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry

First couple rows, you gon' see the real guys

The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size

The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time

Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time

'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time

To be real, man, I never did one crime

But none of my brothers could caption that line

At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted

Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it

When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics

Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it

Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted

Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'

Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'

Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'

I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'

Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'

After that, the killers just go into hibernation

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill

How I get a girl and girls still wanna holler still?

How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?

(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')

Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt

My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills

My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill

You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk

And your albums like some motherfuckin' fire drills

It's like this shit feels real, but it's never real (Yeah)

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'

To get you under my pressure

mixtape: "Dark Lane Demo Tapes" (2020)

 

• Deep Pockets
• When To Say When
• Chicago Freestyle
• Not You Too
• Toosie Slide
• Desires
• Time Flies
• Landed
• D4L
• Pain 1993
• Losses
• From Florida With Love
• Demons
• War

Deep Pockets lyrics - drake

 For my nigga Hush

Yeah, look

Dressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trustees

Smokin' on crushed leaves

They turn they back on everything we built, then they must bleed

I've seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freeze

Straps over territory they know we must keep

Get home and white Air Forces get brushed clean

Back when my mama would interrupt sleep

To tell me hurry up 'cause the bus leaves

Summertime heatwaves, I used to just cut sleeves

My shorty really love me, man, she want me to cut keys

I can't do that normal type of life, is it just me?

Niggas steady try to ride the wave, but it's rough seas

I'm losin' enough sleep dealin' with envy

And the news that they sent for me got the block in a frenzy

It's on Meech like it's trendy

Runnin' round from Laurier to MacKenzie when the city's empty, yeah

Early twenties, but I want fifties, hundreds, not pennies

I need plenty

Got me ready to flip the F out like Fendi

Whatever's in me, it's takin' over

I gotta bust it down, break it open

Until somebody starts takin' notice, then we rollin'

Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

Now we rollin'

Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

Now we rollin'

Look

Back when Big Apple sold dreams, I stuck to my own thing

Back when the house that I own now was my home screen

Before I'd ever hit the road and feel like the home team

Runnin' missions

Pyramid schemes just like the Egyptians

Back when hotlines were still flippin'

Now I'm seein' money off of hotlines blingin' but it feels different

Transitions, plans switchin', ambition

Mindin' my business, buildin' a business, et cetera

Inspired by a few, but my mind really drives itself like Tesla

I always had a little somethin' extra

Back when Corey was our sole investor

And the car could get from A to B, but won't impress ya

Look, I ain't no baller

Still need my accounts longer like the way my nephew's gettin' taller

My soundtrack is the second Carter, dreamin' of acceptin' offers

And easin' tensions

Keepin' family out of East Detention

And out of Pine Hill Funeral Center

Spots we got no business enterin'

Back when Jill Scott was the apple of my afrocentric eye

I had to find a way to get someone's attention

Then we rollin', then we rollin'

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

Now we rollin'

Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'

Deep pockets on a nigga, I can't find my phone in

Now we rollin'

When To Say When lyrics - drake

 Yeah

Somebody, um

Somebody hit me today and they were like

"Nah, just make sure, you know

You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?"

(June, you're a genius)

I said, "I respect it, no problem"

I got all these blessings just to give it to others anyway

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, my hand's always open, for real

Ayy

Thirty-three years, I gave that to the game

Thirty-three mil', I'll save that for the rain

Five hundred weeks, I'll fill the charts with my pain

Five hundred mil' and I'll fall back in the 6ix

Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist

Michael Jackson shit, but the palace is not for kids

Still women sayin' it's childish, the way we live

Brought a few Ws to the 6ix

Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is

Baby, Wayne and Tez responsible for this shit

Half the time, I question my consciousness in this shit

Other times, I question if compliments are legit

Full-time, I'm out here confident as a bitch

Tryna make good on the promises that I give

Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit

Register the business in my brother's name

Thirty-five hunnid in her pocket, that should cover things

Certified lover man, trappin' out the motherland

Always move right so my watch is on the other hand

She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan

People wanna know what's in my pockets, they don't understand

My assistant always findin' Percocet and rubber bands

Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans

Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can

I watched Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands

I decide what to see next like it's on demand

I decide what to be next like I'm switchin' plans

I'ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman

I will split heads and break necks for my little man

6 God, prayin' hands like I'm a religious man

But I'm just a sicker man, wicked man

Look, we can argue back and forth, but who's the richer man?

Isn't that what matters in this world that we livin' in?

Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin'

How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin' in?

How you plan to take a nigga's spot by just givin' in?

How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?

How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again

How you got a manager you mad at after you got the win?

Bet you got some niggas that'll love you 'til the bitter end

Bet you got somebody that's just smarter than your other friends

Give 'em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then

You just need to stay close to your people that was there when others could've been

There when others should've been

Got a nigga starin' at the game like, "Damn, coach, put him in"

But you never listen, so you niggas goin' wood again

Got us in the crib, talkin' 'bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda been

And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin' me to put it in

And it's not because all of the money that you wouldn't spend

And it's not because I set it up to try and get revenge

It's because you niggas insecure, you ain't made men

It's because even though you hate on me, we stay friends

It's because you niggas never learn when to say when

Yeah

For real

Facts, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hahaha, yeah

Chicago Freestyle lyrics - drake (feat. Giveon)

 Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?

Too early, maybe later you can show me things

You know what it is whenever I visit

Windy city, she blowin' me kisses, no

Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight

Will I see you at the show tonight?

Will I see you at the show tonight?

Ayy, truck to the plane to the truck

Truck to the hotel lobby

Me, I go through underground garages

Presidential suite on deposit

Elevator up to the room

Shower up and then we hit the club

Touch down, gotta see what's up

Area code in my phone

What numbers do I still have?

Who do I know from the past?

Hit one, she say she got a man

Hit another one, it goes green

Must've changed phones on the team

'Member when you let me in between

That was 2017

All good, Chubbs will look around

Find one that seem my type

That my dawg and he know what I like

He done found me plenty in my life

Problem is, I meet a girl tonight

Then I go and treat her too nice

Galleria credit card swipes

I don't even know if she a wife

But I do know one thing though

Women, they come they go

Saturday through Sunday, Monday

Monday through Sunday, yo

Maybe I'll love you one day

Maybe we'll someday grow

'Til then, I'll sit my drunk ass on that runway

On this one way

Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?

Too early, maybe later you can show me things

You know what it is whenever I visit

Windy city, she blowin' me kisses, no

Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight

Will I see you at the show tonight?

Will I see you at the show tonight?

Jewelry in the safe on arrival

Pistol on J for survival

Lot of people gunnin' for the title

Lot of people tryna take us viral

I'm just tryin' to have a nice night though

Waiter brought the check for the meal

She said, "Babe, I think there was a typo"

Nah, girl, I got it, that's light though

I could show you bigger things than that

It's gon' be a minute 'til I'm back

Let me give you images that last

AMEX had a limit in the past

I had plenty women in the past

I done plenty sinnin' in the past

You don't need to know, but you can ask

Stickin' on your backstage pass

All access 'cause you bad

You could go wherever with that ass

Show to the shower to the truck

Truck to the club for the party

You go in first with your girls

'Cause I don't know who's out there watchin'

But I do know one thing though

Women, they come they go

Saturday through Sunday, Monday

Monday, Sunday, yo

Maybe I'll love you one day

Maybe we'll someday grow

'Til then, I'll sit my drunk ass on that runway

On this one way

Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?

Too early, maybe later you can show me things

You know what it is whenever I visit

Windy city, she blowin' me kisses, no

Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight

Will I see you at the show tonight?

Will I see you at the show tonight?

Not You Too lyrics - drake (feat. Chris Brown)

 First time in a long time

Hurtin' deeply inside

First time in a long time

Hurtin' deeply

Trust

Trust who?

Watchin' my back even when I'm in the booth

Oh, trust who?

Doin' my thing

But I'm down to come clean, not like you

I wanna make you feel the weight's off your shoulders too

I'll take it

Just tell me it can't be that crazy

And even if it is that crazy, baby

I'll take it

I want you, I know you're not an angel

Not you

Oh, just save it

Don't waste your time

'Cause I'm wavy and I'm sayin' things

That I don't mean, but I do mean

And I don't want you to miss me

'Cause there's no way that you're sorry

And you're crying and you're sayin' things

That I do believe, but I don't even

Want you to get in my mind

I'm supposed to be in your mind (Oh woah)

For the first time in a long time

For the first time in a long

For the first time in the longest time

First time in a long time

Hurtin' deeply inside

First time in a long time

Hurtin' deeply

Yeah (Now, oh, baby)

Ayy

Hurtin' deeply inside

Trust

Trust

Trust

Trust who?

Trust me and I can set you free

Left your man, came straight to me

You the real MVP, (my love)

Ride dirty like Pimp C

You a real ten-speed freak, shawty

You was everything a nigga need

You was everything to me, (my love)

Why you keep that little shit from me?

Left me down on bended knee

When I scooped you in the Maybach

(The only time a nigga ever made you take a backseat)

Why you do that little shit to me, shawty?

When you know that we was meant to be

Why'd you keep those things from me, my love? Love

I've given you enough time

(Hurtin' deeply inside)

Trust

Trust

Hurtin' deeply, deeply

Thought I knew the real, then they flipped

How many times did I ask about this, on God?

Why you let me find out like this, on God?

Houston, we got a problem, my dawg

All my niggas love you, got us all involved

Ain't no goin' back to how we started off

No, no, no, no

Toosie Slide lyrics - drake

 Black leather glove, no sequins

Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit

Nike crossbody, got a piece in it

Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit

I'ma show you how to get it

It go right foot up, left foot, slide

Left foot up, right foot, slide

Basically, I'm sayin' either way, we 'bout to slide, ayy

Can't let this one slide, ayy

Don't you wanna dance with me? No?

I could dance like Michael Jackson

I could give you thug passion

It's a Thriller in the trap where we from

Baby, don't you wanna dance with me? No?

I could dance like Michael Jackson

I could give you satisfaction

And you know we out here every day with it

I'ma show you how to get it

It go right foot up, left foot, slide

Left foot up, right foot, slide

Basically, I'm sayin', either way, we 'bout to slide, ayy

Can't let this one slide, ayy (Who's bad?)

Two thousand shorties wanna tie the knot, ayy, yeah

Two hundred shooters on my brother's block, whoa, yeah

Petal off a rose like I love her not, maybe not

I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't stop, whoa, yeah

Won't stop, whoa, yeah, never stop

Got so many opps, I be mistakin' opps for other opps

Got so many people that I love out of troubled spots

Other than the family I got, it's either you or me

That's just how I think, it's either you or me

This life got too deep for you, baby

Two or three of us about to creep where they stayin'

Black leather glove, no sequins

Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit

Nike crossbody, got a piece in it

Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit

I'ma show you how to get it

It go right foot up, left foot, slide

Left foot up, right foot, slide

Basically, I'm sayin' either way, we 'bout to slide, ayy

Can't let this one slide, ayy (Who's bad?)

Toosie slide, then I hit it double-time

Then I hit a spin 'cause we spun their block a couple times

If it's not the right time, there'll always be another time

I'm not even trippin', we'll just see 'em in the summertime, whoa, yeah

Can't describe the pressure I be puttin' on myself, yeah

Really, I just can't afford to lose nobody else, yeah

If they movin' shaky, we'll just do this shit ourselves, whoa

If I'm movin' shaky, Chubbs'll do this shit himself, yeah

Solo niggas, only YOLO, for real

Heard a lot about you but we don't know for real

Next time, guarantee the truth'll get revealed

Black leather gloves, no sequins, yeah

Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit

Nike crossbody, got a piece in it

Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit

I'ma show you how

It go right foot up, left foot, slide

Left foot up, right foot, slide

Basically, I'm sayin' either way we 'bout to slide, ayy

Can't let this one slide, ayy

Don't you wanna dance with me? No?

I could dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)

I could give you thug passion (Passion)

It's a Thriller in the trap where we from (Where we from)

Baby, don't you wanna dance with me? No?

I could dance like Michael Jackson (Jackson)

I could give you satisfaction ('Faction)

And you know we out here every day with it

I'ma show you how to get it

It go right foot up, left foot, slide

Left foot up, right foot, slide

Basically, I'm sayin' either way we 'bout to slide

(Who's bad?)

Desires lyrics - drake

 D. Hill (D. Hill)

Ay

I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you

Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you

Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (Ay)

'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know

'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know

'Cause you got desires

You got that fire and I'm not a liar

You had me down on my knees every day, had to talk with Messiah

I'm in that 8 and that 1 and that 2, this a different Ferrari, yeah

I tried to pay all your loans off and cop you a driver, yeah

I had you stayin' too close to the city, you actin' too vulnerable livin' this life

I should've moved you away from Houston before I copped you all this ice

You wanna be my number one, you're not actin' like the main thing

I let you play my number two, you barely made the second string

I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (Ay)

Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you

Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (Ay)

'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know

'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know

'Cause you got desires

Ay

Self-control has never been your thing

Don't think it'll help if there's a ring with a rock in it

Where I'm from, they serve the soda clean (Clean, clean)

You come from a city where there's lean with the rocks in it

How the fuck you keep so many secrets?

How you goin' vegan, but still beefin' with me again?

How the fuck you've seen so many beaches?

Tickets to them places don't come cheap, and

I see you back in Turks

Remember who took you there first and don't you forget it

Got you a whip, but then you got back on your shit

I had to tell Eric go get it

I'm always movin' too fast, the feeling don't last

I feel like you take me for granted

Probably my fault for the way that I handle it

I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (Ay)

Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you

Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (Ay)

'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know (Ay)

'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know (Ay)

'Cause you got desires

Ooh, shawty, you tried it

Voice gettin' filled with entitlement

Why would you tell me those lies? And

Why would you make it so bold to my face?

Why are your stories all over the place?

Whole lotta secrets friends don't keep safe

Where did your friends all go? (Woo)

I can't solve your problems

You say your problems never needed solvin'

I was too good to you, should've stayed solid

Nice guys always finish off where they started

Déjà vu, you wanted things and you got 'em

Déjà vu, I wanted smoke and I got it

Déjà vu, déjà

Déjà

Alright, so unfortunately, I'm still here (ha ha ha)

But, you know, if you're here, it's still up

In the building

And you just wanna hear some chune, some music

I think, you know, you found the right spot

I'm outside in an AMG

Right outside, TT

You know, shout out my brother Drake, for you know (Too turned, baby girl, you know me)

Popping this off real quick

Time Flies lyrics - drake

 Yeah, I'm outside in an AMG

Right outside, TT

Too turned, baby girl, you know me, yeah

Still with the dogs that I grew beside

All the niggas 'round me ride or they die

Gotta watch the time 'cause it's flyin' right by

I'm outside in an AMG, yeah

Right outside, TT

Too turned, baby girl, you know me

Who am I? All the niggas 'round me ride or they die

Gotta watch the time 'cause it's flyin' right by

Too turned, baby girl, you know me

I just caught a shawty off a finsta

Just threw on a hoodie, it's a Crenshaw

Way that I been livin' unconventional

I'm just tryna make it to the end, ya know

Certain things just started gettin' tenser

Think we need to have us an adventure

I could be your man but maybe down the road

Right now I would rather see my heart turn to chrome

Rather see my heart turn crystal

I can't even front like I don't miss ya

Right now I'm just stuck inside the crib on my own

Soon as I free up, I'm 'bout to pop up on your phone like

I'm outside in an AMG

Right outside, TT

Too turned, baby girl, you know me, yeah

Who am I? All the niggas 'round me ride or they die

Gotta watch the time 'cause it's flyin' right by

Too turned, baby girl, you know me

Yeah

Heart's still on javelin, baby

Too turned, baby girl, you know me

I was pullin' off 'fore they knew me

Sometimes I wish there was two of me or three of me

When it was you and me

I felt like I love you too much to change you

You believe in angles more than angels

Feel like I've been going through too much to explain to you

But I'm still the same way I was when I came to you

Everything I have, what I had to exchange for you

Everything I've been through, I can't even complain to you

Wish it stayed the same for you, sorry

I'm sorry

And-and-and-and—

I'm outside in a—

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—)

I'm outside in a—

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—)

I'm outside in a—

And-and-and-and I'm outside in a—

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—(I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm—)

I'm outside in a—

Woi-oi, woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi

Landed lyrics - drake

 Yeah, ay, ay

If I gotta land, I'ma stick it

Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it

Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? Yeah, yeah

Overseas and back, I was round-trippin'

I've been, uh, I've been, what?

I've been pop, whippin', wrist is on another rhythm

I was not kiddin', don't know why they playin' with him

I was not finna let them get no top billin'

Man, they really tried to take this shit and run with it

And I bought my dog a Rollie 'cause he rolled with it, yeah

And I bought that girl a shovel 'cause she gold-diggin', yeah

If he talkin' out his head, then it's off with it, yeah

Boardin' Air Drake, then we takin' off in it, yeah

And if I gotta land, I'ma stick it, ay, yeah

Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it

Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different?

Yeah, you always said I changed, I'm just now switchin'

Ay, ay, what?

Ay, ay, I done dosed off

I done got a different number 'cause I'm closed off

Used to hit the bitch and now she wanna... huh

Now she wanna call me like she doesn't know that phone's off, uh, what?

I just met her friend and now her clothes off, yeah

Drop around whoever, bet it goes off, yeah

Patek doin' backflips, showin' off

Yeah, and if I gotta land, I'ma stick it

Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it

Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? Yeah, yeah

Overseas and back, I was round-trippin'

I've been, uh, I've been, what?

I've been pop, whippin,' wrist is on another rhythm

He been block-switchin', don't know how you ride with him

Gotta supermodel, wanna be a down missus

All my niggas, they be on them out-of-town missions

Wasn't hearin' me before, OK, but now listen

Pushin' five Cadillacs like a politician

I be in and out arenas like I'm Scottie Pippen

Yeah, pop, whippin', wrist is goin' thirty with it, ooh, yeah

Put the beat in front of me, I'm dirtyin' it, yeah, what?

Do this shit for real, you niggas dabble in it, yeah

Say you need a minute, I don't have a minute, yeah

And if I gotta land, I'ma—

Stick that motherfucker at the Clearport and park that

D4L lyrics - Future, Drake & Young Thug

 (808 my crew)

(Ay, Southside, where you get all that drip?)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

FBG, YSL, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Louis Vuitton bandanna, bro, what hannening? (What's hannening?)

D4L, Stunna Man, say what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What's hannening?)

You go outside, you better back it

Oh, my right wrist a Ferrari (Skrrt, skrrt)

Foreign breed, American, she call me papi (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Vroom, vroom, Hellcat, give it to the goons (Vroom)

On that Earl Manigault, shootin' it out the spoon

Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was little

Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (Sell drugs)

Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed up (Vacuum seal, what?)

Vacuum sealed up

FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

FBG, OVO, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Richard Mille, all year, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

YSL bandanna, man, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

D4L, Stunna Man, man, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What's hannening?)

You go outside, you better back it (Ay)

Go to Palm Springs for a day trip

Freeband, October's Own, it's the same shit

Shawty keep on knockin' back the shots, better pace this

Whoa, whoa, banknotes, presidential faces

Whoa, whoa, Bankhead, started seein' spaceships, whoa

We just started fuckin', she impatient

Now she want a butt lift, now she want some LASIK

Just to see the bag clearer, that way she can chase it

Ay, ay

I remember grade six, I was up in Payless tryna get some Asics

Now I'm Nike'd down in a motherfuckin' snake pit

Now I'm type of nigga give it out and I don't take shit (808 my crew)

I been in the cut for thirteen thousand months

(Ay, Southside, where you get all that drip?)

All that brr, you gon' think we from Saudi Arabia

Money counter brr (Yeah), ay

My trap comin' up the street, brr (Let's go)

I ran a check up on my feet, brr (Run it up)

Bentley talk, Bentley talk, brr (Bentley)

Go ask your mama, I'm a boss, brr (Boss)

I got oil, I'm your daddy, brr (Daddy)

I bought her a 'rari (Swerve, skrrt), brr ('rari, yeah)

I eat calamari (Brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma let her park me

FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah)

FBG, YSL, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Louis Vuitton bandanna, bro, what hannening? (What's hannening?)

D4L, Stunna Man, say what's hannening? (What's hannening?)

Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What's hannening?)

You go outside, you better back it

Pain 1993 lyrics - drake (feat. Playboi Carti)

 (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)

Ay

Ay

Niggas ain't gotta respect

Niggas just gotta accept

I put that top left

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil' X

If you don't say it direct

Could give a fuck, ay, yeah, yeah

I put some ice on her hand

I let her take an advance

Shit wasn't goin' as planned

I put that shit in the van

She gotta move with her friend

Heard she went back to her man

Give a fuck, ay

I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did

When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in

Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin' tens

Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I'm makin' friends

I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront (Okay)

If she's bringin' four friends, I know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up (Okay)

Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)

Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up

Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)

But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff

Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)

Ay (Beep, beep, beep)

Niggas ain't gotta respect

Niggas just gotta accept ('Cept)

I put that top left (Ay)

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil' X (Beep)

If you don't say it direct (Beep)

Could give a fuck, ay, yeah, yeah

Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)

Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)

Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)

Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (Just threw these pills, uh)

Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (Shawty just pulled up)

But I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)

And I know I'm on top, but I want more (Okay)

Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)

Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Dior, yeah)

Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)

Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)

I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)

I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)

That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)

Yeah, she keep textin' my phone, I'ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ay (Yeah)

Niggas ain't gotta respect

Niggas just gotta accept

I put that top left

I love my crodie to death (Codeine)

Hype Williams, Lil' X

If you don't say it direct

Could give a fuck (Okay), ay, yeah, yeah

Losses lyrics - drake (feat. Dennis Graham)

 Hey, Instagram

This song I've been writing, oh, for a few months

I don't know, I, I started writing it about family

Just came up now, so

Anybody feel any way about it, I don't give a fuck

(Yeah, family)

Yeah

Yeah

Lost you to the game, I gotta hug that

I was here when you was asking where the love at

Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back

I was wishin' on a star when I was that

I've been fortunate enough to have it my way

I'm a fortune teller, listen to what I say

'Member when we used to park up in my driveway

I always told it how it was, I never shy away

This life is really something you get lost in

I know niggas that got famous and they bought friends

I had friends that only had half of they heart in

It's hard to accept now, and it was hard then

But I treated you like gold, I was all in

Spoiled rotten, they could smell you 'fore you walked in

Burnin' incense in your new apartment

But you got no sense when it come to

Lost you to the game, I gotta hold that

How you feelin' in your soul since you sold that?

I'll be better off without you, and we know that

You ain't lookin' at a nigga you could hold back

Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap

You sold me up the river, but I rowed back

You put me on the road without a roadmap

I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts

You got some liquor at the house?

(Yeah)

Go get a shot, let's do a shot together

(I don't see it)

(Okay, ha ha ha)

Ay

Being here wasn't in the plans

I do it for the Grahams, not the 'Gram

I do it for the fam, but still fuckin' Uncle Sam

I tried to change for you, but that wasn't who I am

Even when being real is out of fashion

Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'

I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting

I couldn't sit around and wait, I had to have it happen

Lost you to the game, I gotta face that

Really think I lost you like a ways back

Always sayin' how a nigga never play fair

I took you up under my wing and you just stayed there

You was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pair

We started this from the bottom, now you alone there

Shit, you treat it like it's home there

Dependent on me, you was supposed to get your own share

I still love you to my last days

I never knew that shit would be this fast-paced

I never thought I'd see awards in a glass case

I could've ended up in your crib with a masked face

It could've went left on a couple bad days

When I visit my last place is the only time I'm in last place

See me these days, I never got on a sad face

See me these days, I

Lost you to the game, and I see why

It was always you and I without the T-Y

This is not one of them stories that got three sides

This is not one of them stories you could rewind

Like I'm tryna show the waves, this is no cap

You drove a nigga crazy, but I drove back

You wrote me off and then you never wrote back

I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts

Yes, sir

(Baby)

Hold on, hold on

(Let me tell you something about me)

(I really do know, I know who I wanna be)

Woo

Lord, I already passed on all that (Woo)

You go 'head on, ha ha

From Florida With Love lyrics - drake

 (Plugg)

(Bitch)

Ay, yeah

Ay, ay (Plugg)

Writin' this from Florida with love (Love)

When I linked with Mexiko, I knew I found a plug (Dro)

Rest in peace to Static, yellin' "Shawty want a thug," ay

Bottles in the club, ay, know I love to touch (Ay)

Weezy played that shit for me and Kobe on the bus

Went and got a chain for me, I had to give it up (Yeah)

Niggas had they pistols loaded pointed at my truck, ay

And you know that lesson stuck (Right)

From that day I never touched the road without a (Plugg)

Ay, from that day I never saw the point in talkin' tough (Nah)

Hasn't happened since, I guess you niggas know what's up (Yup)

Yeah, haven't seen the 6ix in like a month (6ix)

Fuck that, I'm back, baby, where the love? (Love)

Rappers that I threw an alley-oop are throwin' subs (Yeah)

But they gotta dap me when they see me, that's what's up (That's what's up)

I let that shit slide, I got everything

I could lose it all if I'm reactin' to the petty things

Know that if I see you, I'ma ask you if you said them things

YMB the gang and they down to stain anything, hm

Yeah, that's right

YMB the gang and they down to stain anything, hm

Yeah, that's right

YMB the gang and you know them niggas

Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love?

Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Ay)

(Plugg)

Writin' this from Florida with love (Love)

When I linked with Mexiko, I knew I found a plug (Dro)

Rest in peace to Static, yellin' "Shawty want a thug," ay

Bottles in the club, ay, know she wanna fuck (Ay)

Weezy played that shit for me and Kobe on the bus

We ain't even get to reminiscin' what it was (Yeah)

Moral of the story is the story finished us

Damn, and you know that lesson stuck (Right)

Haven't left the 6ix in like a month (Ay)

Fuck that, I'm here, baby, where the love? (Nah)

Fuck that, I'm here, baby, just because (Yeah, yeah)

I would never leave, but I could, though (6ix)

Yes, I know I leave you, not for good, though (No)

Same way you could diss, but you wouldn't, though

'Cause you know good and well that I'm

Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love?

Booted up, turned up, piped up (Plugg)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Where the love at?)

I'm back, baby, where the love? (Ay)

Demons lyrics - drake (feat. Fivio Foreign & Sosa Geek)

 Like what?

(Who made this?) Yeah, yeah

(JB made this, ha ha ha ha)

Six, six, six, six, six, six

Baow

Yeah

Fivi, Sosa, viral, movie

I'm in this bitch with the Wooski

Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy

Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy

All the demons lookin' moody. What?

(All the demons lookin' moody)

Skrrt 'round there in your ends, whole south side on ten

Not like them, make men lean out Benz

That's how a man get blem, you and your friends

This Hermés from runway, this ain't Ralph Lauren

Tell them again, loved her way back when

Drunk so I type "Je t'aime" but don't hit send

Send some bread to the pen

All my Gs are blessed, we check in for them

Whole lot of charges laid to this day

No confessions for them

Man really feel no ways, these man waste

No progression for them

Think you're bad, just wait, food get ate

And that's just lessons for them

Sosa (Sosa), Fivi (Fivi), lookin' like KD and Kyrie (I am)

My TD Bank is on what? (What?)

My TD Bank is on Kylie (ay, ay)

Tribeca in the lobby, all these niggas gettin' dodgy (Baow)

When we see 'em, it's a body (ay, ay, ay)

Fivi (Fivi), Sosa (Sosa), viral (Viral), movie (Movie)

I'm in this bitch with the Wooski (I am)

Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy (Baow)

Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy (Baow)

All the demons lookin' moody

(All the demons lookin' moody)

Ay, ay, ay

Move (Move), get out the way (Get out the way, little bitch), uh

Say the wrong thing, you'll get shot in your face (Brrr, baow, yeah)

Fivi (Fivi), laced (Laced), I put the opps in they place (Opp)

Yeah, if you a gangster, then you gotta relate (ay, ay, ay)

She got a face that you cannot mistake

She paid for the food and we went on a date

Head game great, huh, she let me nut on her face, ay, ay, ay

Uh, every time she link, she come with an eighth (Baow)

Viral, you ain't never make a movie with Drake (Baow)

Sponsor (Sponsor), I take a Perc, now I'm turned to a monster (Turned to a monster)

Uh, I'm in the court like "I'm sorry, your honor" (I'm sorry, your honor, little bitch, baow)

I killed the opp, but I ain't catchin' no karma (Baow, baow)

Yeah, I killed the opp, but I ain't catchin' no karma (ay, ay, ay)

Fivi (Fivi), Sosa (Sosa), viral (Viral), movie (Movie)

I'm in this bitch with the Wooski (I am)

Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy

Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy (ay, what? What?)

All the demons lookin' moody (ay, look)

Ay, ay

Bitch, I'm a demon in the night

And I'm a shark up underwater (I am)

I got shooters in New York

And I got shooters across the border (What?)

I call Drake and tell him off 'em (Drake)

Ay, I call Drake and tell him off 'em (What?)

If they Woo walk, I probably taught 'em (I did)

I got the money, they say that I'm gifted

Fuck sale, so I'm givin' out gift stamps (I am)

Highway, me and Fivio lifted (What?)

London, man, I need me a thick bitch (A thick)

And a Louis bag just so I can fit me the grip in (Grip)

I got the swag, so tell me the difference

Mike Amiri, best believe they fitted

She wanna fuck, but I ain't with it

Headshot, knock him off his fitted

Punch him out, send that boy to that dentist

Talkin' Henny, it better be Privilège, ay

Baow, what?

It better be Privilège

Fivi, Sosa, viral, movie

I'm in this bitch with the Wooski

Ball in the summer like Drew League

Champagne got me loopy

Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy

All the demons lookin' moody (What?)

(All the demons lookin' moody)

Ay, ay

War lyrics - drake

 AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)

Woi-oi

Ay

I don't cop things for resale, don't do iCloud, don't do email

Feds wanna tap up man and wire up man like Chubbs did Detail

Back when Ricky was doin' up Teesdale, I was doin' dinner with Teezy

I didn't trust no one, swore gyal lined me 'cause gyal too greazy

Niko never move neeky, sweatsuit Nike, sweatsuit DG

If man get beaky, ring ring, call up GiGi, do him up neatly

Used to look up to a man from certain ends with tune on repeat

Thought he was a bad boy, then 'til man got pinched and man went PC

Man went PC just like Dell and Windows, some man been those

Before I was ever around Kendall's, I was at ends though, dreamin' up Enzos

The woman I do end up with has to be a bad gyal just like Munchie

Can't have no pretentious ting when I know this road gets bumpy

Word to the broski Jay, he got different names in different countries

Three waps in the whip and we beat that case, where man live way too comfy

I don't do well with people makin' disses or makin' threats

Woi-oi, man got flown like private jets, for way, way less

I know you tried to get one down on us, ever since then it's been stress

'Cause you know the rest 'dem owe you one and we always pay them debts

Wassa, wassa, just like the crodie Pressa, I don't do no passa

Link with Skull and Cuz and Jamie ah yard and we deh pon Gaza

Pasha Sasha pissed, I was way too young at the time for slashings

You niggas spend too much time on captions, not enough time on action

Pick one man with slaps that's rappin', I bet he don't want no clashings

The LV pouch on chest is just for fashion, niggas just actin'

Are you dumb or stupid? The wheels on the Rolls is Chromazz, headshot domazz

Just checked in at a hotel, floor that we on got potent aromas

OVOXO link up, mandem drink up, me and the drillers

Hawk and Sticks and Cash and Baka, Gucci, P, and Gilla

And the boy that sound like he sang on Thriller, you know that's been my nigga

Yeah, we just had to fix things, family, 6ix tings, we can't split up

As for the rest of the game, I'll do man dirty, man'll get two time

To me, that's just our side, I don't really care who rides on whose side

Bring ten shots to the poolside, never seen none of these grown men outside

4301, won't spare no one, niggas gotta know about Southside

Steppin' outta line, get outlined, and you know I'm tied up stateside

Bringin' man down when they take sides, tryna get saved by the bell like Bayside

Prince, I carry that last name, that shit stays on me like brand names

Jas just lined up brand new hand tings and nice guy on a madting

Everyone I know has code names, anyone I'm beefin' with is a no-name

Niggas can't even win home games, they just gotta fall in line like Soul Train

Ay

Yeah

AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)

compilation: "Care Package" (2019)

 

• Dreams Money Can Buy
• The Motion
• How Bout Now
• Trust Issues
• Days In The East
• Draft Day
• 4PM In Calabasas
• 5 AM In Toronto
• I Get Lonely Too
• My Side
• Jodeci Freestyle
• Club Paradise
• Free Spirit
• Heat Of The Moment
• Girls Love Beyonce
• Paris Morton Music
• Can I?