Drake – Songtext Database

Drake – Get It Together

Hello
I’ve been hurt so many times
It got to a point
When I decided
I can’t do this anymore
I need someone to hold me
I need someone that needs me
I need someone that loves me

You need me to get that shit together
So we can get together
You need me to get that shit together
So we can get together

You need me to
You need me to

You know, we don’t have to be dramatic
Just romantic
Do all the little things, little things, little things
That excites me
And as your woman
Give me a kiss goodnight
On the phone
When you’re working late
When you’re out of town
Tell me how much you need this
‘Cause we deserve it
We can be together

You need me to get that shit together
So we can get together
You need me to get that shit together
So we can get together
You need me to (Yeah, oh-oh, yeah)
You need me to (Yeah)
You need me to

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Drake – Passionfruit

Hold on, hold on, fuck that. Fuck that shit. Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin’ record over again, wait a minute. Fuck that shit. Still on this mothafuckin’ record. I’m a play this mothafucka for y’all. Ayy, y’all get some more drinks goin’ on, I’ll sound a whole lot better.

Listen, seeing you got ritualistic
Cleansin’ my soul of addiction for now
‘Cause I’m fallin’ apart, yeah
Tension between us just like picket fences
You got issues that I won’t mention for now
‘Cause we’re fallin’ apart

Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say
Passin’ up on my old ways
I can’t blame you, no, no
Passionate from miles away
Passive with the things you say
Passin’ up on my old ways
I can’t blame you, no, no

Listen, hard at buildin’ trust from a distance
I think we should rule out commitment for now
‘Cause we’re fallin’ apart
Leavin’, you’re just doing that to get even
Don’t pick up the pieces, just leave it for now
They keep fallin’ apart

Trying to think of the right thing to say

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Drake – Pop Style

Yeah, yeah

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle

Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it, do not make it
Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
They do, they do
And I like to finish what you think you started
Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
You don’t know what you just started
All I do is hang with the young and heartless
All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest
It’s all I ever did and look where it got him
Yeah, you’ve been on my mind lately
You’ve still got my number, girl you need to call me
I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
But you know I always handle that one my way
Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
I can’t trust no fuckin’ body
They still out to get me cause they never got me

They still out to get me, they don’t get it
I can not be got, and that’s a given
They like Pablo, “why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?”
Why do you know every single bitch that I know?
Why can’t you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
Fuck if I know, that’s that Chicago, aye
South, south, side, that’s the motto, aye
Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know
We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
Throne is back up in it, aye
In the field like Emmitt, aye, y’all get so offended, aye
I be blacking out, I ain’t backing out
Jay about his business, and I’mma let you finish but I…
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
Take you to the garage and do some karate
Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
(Perfect)

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle

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DJ Khaled – For Free

Would you fuck me for free?
Another one
We the Best Music! Major Key! DJ Khaled!

I go on and on
Can’t understand how I lasted so long
I must have the superpowers
Last 223 thousand hours
It’s cause I’m off of CC
And I’m off the Hennessy
And like your boy from Compton said
You know this dick ain’t free!
I got girls that I shoulda made pay for it
Got girls that I should made wait for it
Got girls that’ll cancel a flight back home
Stay another day for it
You got attitude on na na
And your pussy on agua
And your stomach on flat flat
And your ass on what’s that?
And, yeah, I need it all right now
Last year I had drama, girl not right now
I was never gon’ chat what we talkin’ about
You the only one I know could fit it all in her… man

I always wonder if you ask yourself
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn’t have to fuck for free?
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn’t have to…

Fuck for free
I know you workin’ day and night to get a college degree
Bet nobody that you’ve been with even know you a freak, right?
You know you only do that with me, right?
Yeah, double checkin’ on you
You know I never put the pressure on you
You know that you make your own mind up
You knew what it was when you signed up
Now you gotta run it up
I be out of words, tryna sum it up
Girl you throw it back like one love
Even let me slash on the tour bus
Yeah I talk to her but she don’t do enough
Even though you in the hood I’m still pullin’ up
Dip, dip, straight to your doorstep
This the real thing, can you feel the force yet

I always wonder if you ask yourself
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn’t have to fuck for free?
Is it just me?
Yeah, is it just me?
Is this sex so good I shouldn’t have to…
Would you fuck me for free?

Another one
They don’t want me to have another anthem
So I made sure I got another anthem
It’s We The Best OVO
Summers ours
It always has been
Don’t ever play yourself
One time for Future the Prince
One time for 40
One time for Drake
Another one
Bless up

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Drake – Controlla

Gyal yuh body good and yuh special to meh
Wan mek you mi lady, officially
From you tickets fi buy, den mi willing to pay
Fly yuh in from distance away
Right, my yiy just changed
You just buzzed the front gate
I thank God you came
How many more days could I wait?
I made plans with you
And I won’t let em fall through
I, I, I, I, I

I think I’d lie for you
I think I’d die for you
Jodeci “Cry For You”
Do things when you want me to
Like controlla, controlla
Yeah, like controlla, controlla

Yeah, okay, you like it
When I get, aggressive, tell you to
Go slower, go faster
Like controlla, controlla
Yeah, like controlla, controlla
Yeah And I’m never on a wasting shorty
I do it how you say you want it
Them girls, they just wanna take my money
They don’t want me to give you nothing
They don’t want you to have nothing
They don’t wanna see me find your lovin’
They don’t wanna see me
Smiling back when they pree

Knowing I’d lie for you
Thinking I’d die for you
Jodeci “Cry For You”
Do things when you want me too
Like controlla, controlla
Yeah, like controlla, controlla

Baby yuh mek mi happy, wine up yuh sexy body fi papi
Yuh eyes-them looking at me
An’ you turn mi on like a new Bugatti
Naughty tings mi wan you do
So mi woulda love it if yuh coulda come through
Mek we smoke a spliff, have a drink, me and you
Den mi release yuh stress ah Yorkville Avenue

Sexiness you a pro
Mek mi bend you over inna ya bra and ya shoes
Baby, wah mek you so rude
You pretty inna clothes but mi love when yuh nude
Baby, it no tek you nuttin, fi move meh
Yuh bad like an action movie
She say fi do it rough tonight, not smoothly
Mi love how you unruly

I think I’d lie for you
Thinking I’d die for you
Jodeci “Cry For You”
Do things when you want me to
Like controlla, controlla
Yeah, like controlla, controlla

She love it when we dweet all night
And she mek it clap when she ride my bike
She cock it up pan di private flight
Fi mi lace ‘ar up like mi bran’ new nike
Mi say mi want ‘ar all my life
When she sing mi note pan di cordless mic
Mi want ‘ar all my life
All my life
Mi see it say yuh

I think I’d lie for you
I think I’d die for you
Jodeci “Cry For You”
Do things when you want me to
Like controlla, controlla
Yeah, like controlla, controlla

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Lil Wayne – Right Above It

Now tell me how ya love it
You know you at the top and all of heaven’s right above it, we on.. ’cause we on..

Who else really tryin’ to fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I’m with Marley G. bro
Flyin’ Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin’ that you probably should know
This that “Slumdog millionaire” Bollywood flow and uh..
My real friends never hear it 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 buildin’, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don’t like my women single
I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I’ve been sippin’ so this shit is movin’ kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on, it’s Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain’t runnin’ with it run from it, motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don’t bust back, because I shoot first..

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I’m in the buildin’
You just on the list of guest names
And all my riders do not give a fuck: X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies: sex change..
And I smoke til’ I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been flyin’ so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, Amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand
Ugh. Wake up and smell a pussy
You niggas can’t see me, but never overlook me
I’m on the paper trail, there ain’t no tellin’ where it took me, yeah
And I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me

Ugh. How do he say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman
I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more on my second leg
Motherfuckin’ Birdman junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense.. Check the paw prints..
We in the buildin’, you niggas in apartments
Ugh. N-now c’mon be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain’t even gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at?
From where did they gumbo at?
Kane got the fucking beat jumpin’ like a jumpin’ jack
And you know me
I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop I’m the heart of that
Nigga nothin’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat. Ugh.

Yeah… We on… Young moola baby!

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Timbaland – Say Something

This shit was all I knew
You and me only
I did it all for you
Still you were lonely

We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It’s funny how someone else’s success brings pain
When you no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standing there

But, I’m gonna need you to say something baby
Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby
I’m gon’ need you to say something baby
I’m gon’ need you to say something baby

Yeah, it really sucks, but ever since I’ve been long gone
I traded in my senorita for a microphone
I hate the way we fell apart, girl, it’s sad to see
Your life was good, but me and you, we a catastrophe

If I was a success, oh, would you be satisfied?
I need a paramedic, girl, I’m feelin’ paralyzed
If I could choose, you would always be a friend of me
The more money I made, you actin’ like my enemy

It’s crazy, I can’t help it if you feelin’ change
Thought the pressure would turn you to my diamond babe
How could somethin’ so familiar be so strange?
Closest friends gettin’ strange when your status change

Why is it my mistake that where I am and where you at
And my homeboy Larry Live is the only one that have my back?
We were the perfect pair, and now it seem that we don’t match
Is it the money? Want me to give it back?

This shit was all I knew
You and me only
I did it all for you
Still you were lonely

We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It’s funny how someone else’s success brings pain
When you no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standing there

But, I’m gonna need you to say something baby
Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby
I’m gon’ need you to say something baby
I’m gon’ need you to say something baby

Uh, I am the topic of conversation, this a celebration
Let’s toast to the fact that I moved out my momma’s basement
To a condo downtown ’cause it’s all about location
I sit and drink wine and watch Californication of life

You shoulda been here to kick it with me
We coulda split this whole thing up 50/50
But now I’m at the 40/40 getting bitches tipsy
Killing shit, the ever so talented Mr. Ripley

How I go from being the man that you argue with
To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest shit
I should wanna go back to the one I started with
But I’m addicted to this life, it’s gon’ be hard to quit

Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along
You can tell me that you never heard none of my songs
Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen
‘Cause what’s a star when its most important fan is missing?

This shit was all I knew
You and me only
I did it all for you
Still you were lonely

We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It’s funny how someone else’s success brings pain
When you no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standing there

But, I’m gonna need you to say something baby
Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby
I’m gon’ need you to say something baby
I’m gon’ need you to say something baby

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Alicia Keys – Un-Thinkable (I’m Ready)

Moment of honesty
Someone’s gotta take the lead tonight
Whose it gonna be?
I’m gonna sit right here
And tell you all that comes to me
If you have something to say
You should say it right now
([Drake:] You should say it right now)

You ready?

You give me a feeling that I never felt before
And I deserve it, I think I deserve it
([Drake:] I deserve it, I think it deserve it..Let it go)
It’s becoming something that’s impossible to ignore
And I can’t take it
([Drake:] I can’t take it)

I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
If you ask me I’m ready
([Echo:] I’m ready, I’m ready)
If you ask me I’m ready
([Echo:] I’m ready, I’m ready)

I know you once said to me
“This is exactly how it should feel when it’s meant to be”
Time is only wasting so why wait for eventually?
If we gon’ do something ’bout it
We should do it right now
([Drake:] We should do it right now)

Bay, uh

You give me a feeling that I never felt before
And I deserve it, I know I deserve it
( I deserve it, I know I deserve it. Let it go)
Its becoming something that’s impossible to ignore
It’s what we make it
It’s what we make it)

I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Or would it be so beautiful either way I’m sayin’
If you ask me I’m ready
(I’m ready I’m ready)
If you ask me I’m ready
( I’m ready)

Yeah, sing…

Why give up before we try
Feel the lows before the highs
Clip our wings before we fly away
I can’t say I came prepared
I’m suspended in the air
Won’t you come be in the sky with me

I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
Or would it be so beautiful either way I’m sayin’
If you ask me I’m ready
(I’m ready, I’m ready)
If you ask me I’m ready
(I’m ready, I’m ready)

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Drake – Forever

It may not mean nothing to y’all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don’t plan on stopping at all
I want this shit forever mine, ever mine, ever mine
I’m shutting shit down in the mall
And telling every girl she the one for me
And I ain’t even planning to call
I want this shit forever mine, ever mine, ever mine, ever mine

Last name ever
First name greatest
Like a sprained ankle boy I ain’t nothing to play with
Started off local but thanks to all the haters
I know G4 pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
Swimming in the money, come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Drop the mix tape that shit sounded like an album
Who’da thought a country wide tour’d be the outcome
Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga I’m about my business
Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness
If you ain’t been a part of it, at least you got to witness, bitches

Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain’t no question who about to kill ’em
I used to have hood dreams
Big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
I went hard all fall like the ball teams
Just so I can make it rain all spring
Y’all seen my story, my glory
I had raped the game young
You can call it statutory
When a nigga blow up they gon’ build statues for me
Old money Benjamin Button. What? Nothing
Now super bad chicks giving me McLovin
You would think I ran the world like Michelle’s husband
You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn’t
Like they was down with the old me no you fucking wasn’t
Um, you’re such a fucking loser
He didn’t even go to class Bueller
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack
Chasing the stardom will turn you to a maniac
All the way in Hollywood and I can’t even act
They pull their cameras out and goddamn he snap
I used to want this thing forever, y’all can have it back

OK, hello it’s the Martian
Space jam Jordans
I want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest
Step up to the target
If I had one guess then I guess I’m just New Orleans
And I will never stop like I’m running from the cops
Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur, “To the top.”
Life is such a fucking roller coaster then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side you don’t wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne that’s what they gotta say or mention
I’m like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I’m resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover
Shhh, my foot’s sleeping on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last, uh.

There they go, packing stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t had him a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
They’ve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing the name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealing with a few true villains
Who stand inside of a booth truth spilling
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it!
Pay back motherfucker for the way that you got at me how’s it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I’m Hannibal Lecter so just in case you’re thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake

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Drake – Over

I know way too many people here right now that I didn’t know last year
who the fuck are y’all?
I swear it feels like the last few nights we’ve been everywhere and back
but I just can’t remember it all
what am I doing, what am I doing?
oh yeah thats right, I’m doing me, I’m doing me
I’m living life right now man
and this what I’m do ’til it’s over
’til it’s over, it’s far from over

alright, bottles on me
long as someone drink it
never drop the ball, fuck y’all thinking
making sure the young money ship is never sinking
bout to set it off in this bitch Jada Pinkett
I shouldn’t have drove, tell me how I’m getting home
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
I can teach you how to speak my language Rosetta stone
I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I’ve ever known
got to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n’ggas
all I need is a fucking red jackets with some zippers
super good smidoke a package of the swishas
I did it over night, it couldn’t happen any quicker
y’all know them, but fuck it me either
but point the biggest skeptic out I’ll make them a believer
it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it throwing hundreds
when I should be throwing ones bitch I run it ahh

Uhhh,
one thing bout music when it hits you feel no pain
and I swear I got this shit that makes these bitches go insane
so they tell me that they love me I know better than that it’s just game
it’s just what comes from fame
and I’m ready for that I’m just saying
I really can’t complain, everything is kosher
two thumbs up, ebert and roeper
I really can’t see the end getting any closer
but I’ll probably still be the man when everything is over
so I’m riding through the city with my high beams on
can you see me can you see me get your visine on
y’all just do not fit the picture
turn your widescreen on
if you thinking Imma quit before I die dream on
man they treat me like a legend
am I really this cold
I’m really too young to be feeling this old
it’s about time you admit it who you kidding man
nobody’s ever done it like I did it
ahh

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Drake – Find Your Love

I’m more than just an option
(Hey hey hey)
Refuse to be forgotten
(Hey hey hey)
I took a chance with my heart
(Hey hey hey)
And I feel it taking over

I’d better find your lovin
I’d better find your heart.
I’d better find your heart.
I’d better find your heart.
I bet if I give all my love then nothing’s gonna tear us apart

I’m more than just a number
(Hey hey hey)
I doubt you’ll find another
(Hey hey hey)
So every single summer
(Hey hey hey)
I be the one that you remember

And I’d better find your lovin
I’d better find your heart.
I’d better find your heart.
I’d better find your heart.
I bet if I give all my love then nothing’s gonna tear us apart

It’s more than just a mission
(Hey hey hey)
You hear but you don’t listen
(Hey hey hey)
You better pay attention
(Hey hey hey)
And give what you’ve been missin’

I’d better find your lovin
I’d better find your heart.
I’d better find your heart.
I’d better find your heart.
I bet if I give all my love then nothing’s gonna tear us apart

Too many times
I’ve been wrong
I guess being right
Takes too long
I’m done waiting
There’s nothing left to do
But give all I have to you and

I’d better find your lovin
I’d better find your heart
I’d better find your loving
I bet if I give all my love then nothings gonna tear us apart.
I bet if I give all my love then nothings gonna tear us apart.

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Drake – Fake Love

Yeah, yeah

I’ve been down so long it look like up to me
They look up to me
I got fake people showin’ fake love to me
Straight up to my face, straight up to my face
I’ve been down so long it look like up to me
They look up to me
I got fake people showin’ fake love to me
Straight up to my face, straight up to my face

Somethin’ ain’t right when we talkin’
Somethin’ ain’t right when we talkin’
Look like you hidin’ your problems
Really you never was all in
No you can’t son me, you won’t never get to run me
Just when shit look out of reach, I reach back like one, three
Like one, three, yeah

That’s when they smile in my face
Whole time they wanna take my place
Whole time they wanna take my place
Whole time they wanna take my place
Yeah, I know they wanna take my place
I can tell that love is fake
I don’t trust a word you say
How you wanna click up after your mistakes?
Look you in the face and it’s just not the same

Yeah, straight up to my face, tryna play it safe
Vibe switch like night and day, I can see it like right away
I came up, you changed up, I caught that whole play
Since then, things never been the same

That’s when they smile in my face
Whole time they wanna take my place
Whole time they wanna take my place
Whole time they wanna take my place
Yeah, I know they wanna take my place
I can tell that love is fake
(I can tell that love is fake)
I don’t trust a word you say
(I don’t trust a word you say)
How you wanna click up after your mistakes?
(How you wanna click up after your mistakes?)
Look you in the face and it’s just not the same

Skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)

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Lil’ Wayne – She Will

Young Money

I tell her “now goin’ pop that pussy for a real nigga”
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less
I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I’ve been at the top for a while and I ain’t jump yet
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that pussy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her ’til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’ma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say choose wisely, that’s why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, it’s the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took its mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

(Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy…)

Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I’m get to it)
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising)
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Carter 4 Tunchi Yeah

Lil Wayne lyrics
Drake lyrics

Drake – Headlines

I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
Faded way too long I’m floating in and out of consciousness
And they sayin’ I’m back, I’d agree with that
I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that
I had someone tell me I fell off, ooh I needed that
And they wanna see me pick back up, well where’d I leave it at
I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that
Tuck my napkin in my shirt, cause I’m just mobbin’ like that
You know good and well that you don’t want a problem like that
You gone make someone around me catch a body like that
No, don’t do it, (aye) please don’t do it, (aye) cause one of us goes in
And we all go through it (aye)
Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gonna pay it
Those my brothers, I ain’t even gotta say it
That’s just something they know

They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
Fuck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now it’s something they know
They know, they know, they know,

Yeah, I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Then she wanna ask when it got so empty
Tell her I apologize it happened over time
She says they missed the old drake, girl don’t tempt me
If they don’t get it, they’ll be over you
That new shit that you got is overdue
You better do what you suppose to do
I’m like why I gotta be all that but still I can’t deny the fact that it’s true
Listen to you expressing all them feelings
Soap opera rappers all these niggas sound like all my children
And that’s who you thinking is ’bout to come and make a killing
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
You know that they ain’t even got it like that.
You gone hype me up and make me catch a body like that
Cause I live for this it isn’t just a hobby like that.
When they get my shit and play it, I ain’t even gotta say it, they know

I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind (mind, mind, mind)
Tell em’ I apologize it happened over time (time, time, time)
They know

Drake lyrics

DJ Khaled – I’m On One

(Get ’em up)
I’m on one
(Get ’em up)
I’m on one
(Get ’em up)
I said I’m on one

I’m getting so throwed
I ain’t went this hard since I was 18
Apologize if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like what’s up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what’s up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
‘Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Tripping off you ’cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it ’til it’s done
And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody should’ve told ya

I’m on one
Yeah, fuck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
Fuck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

‘Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one

I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I’m out on bond I might be facin’ 8’s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair

I’m on one
Yeah, fuck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
Fuck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

‘Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one

I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain’t enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a maid nigga
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, ain’t nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might as well say cheese for the pictures
Oh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain’t buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to the world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence

I’m on one
Yeah, fuck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
Fuck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

‘Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one

Young mula baby, YMCMB

DJ Khaled lyrics
Drake lyrics
Lil Wayne lyrics

Rihanna – What’s My Name?

Oh na na, what’s my name?
Oh na na, what’s my name?
Oh na na, what’s my name?
Oh na na, what’s my name?
Oh na na, what’s my name?
What’s my name, what’s my name?

I heard you good with them soft lips
Yeah, you know word of mouth
The square root of 69 is 8 some, right
‘Cause I’ve been tryna work it out, oooow
Good weed, white wine
I come alive in the night time
Okay, away we go
Only thing we have on is the radio
Oh, let it play, say you gotta leave
But I know you wanna stay
You’re just waiting on the traffic jam to finish, girl
The things we could do in twenty minutes girl
Say my name, say my name
Wear it out, it’s getting hot, crack a window, air it out
I can get you through a mighty long day
Soon as you go the text that I write is gonna say

Not everybody knows how to work my body
Knows how to make me want it
Boy, you stay up on it
You got that something that keeps me so off balance
Baby, you’re a challenge, let’s explore your talent

Hey boy, I really wanna see if you can go downtown with a girl like me
Hey boy, I really wanna be with you ’cause you just my type
Oh na na na na
I need a boy to take it over
Looking for a guy to put you work up
Oh, oh

Oh na na, what’s my name?
Oh na na, what’s my name?
Oh na na, what’s my name?
What’s my name, what’s my name?

Baby, you got me, ain’t nowhere that I’d be
Than with your arms around me
Back and forth you rock me
So I surrender to every word you whisper
Every door you enter, I will let you in

You’re so amazing, you took the time to figure me out
That’s why you take me, way past the point of turning me on
You about to break me, I swear you got me losing my mind

Ooh na na, what’s my name?
Ooh na na, what’s my name?

Ooh na na, what’s my name?
Ooh na na, what’s my name?
Ooh na na, what’s my name?
What’s my name, what’s my name?

Rihanna lyrics
Drake lyrics

Drake – Too Good

Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, look
I don’t know how to talk to you
I don’t know how to ask you if you’re okay
My friends always feel the need to tell me things
Seems like they’re just happier than us these days
Yeah, these days I don’t know how to talk to you
I don’t know how to be there when you need me
It feels like the only time you’ll see me
Is when you turn your head to the side and look at me differently

Yeah, and last night I think I lost my patience
Last night I got high as your expectations
Last night, I came to a realization
And I hope you can take it
I hope you can take it

I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
No, I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it

I don’t know how to talk to you
I just know I find myself getting lost with you
Lately you just make me work too hard for you
Got me on flights overseas, and I still can’t get across to you

And last night I think I lost my patience
Last night I got high as your expectations
Last night, I came to a realization
And I hope you can take it
I hope you can take it

Years go by too fast
I can’t keep track
How long did we last?
I feel bad for asking
It can’t end like this
We gotta take time with this
Cock up yuh bumper, sit down ‘pon it
Let me see if this is something I can fix
You got somebody other than me
Don’t play the victim when you’re with me
Free time is costing me more than it seems
Sacrificing things
And I wanna tell you my intentions
I wanna do the things that I mention
I wanna benefit from the friendship
I wanna get the late night message from you, from you
I put my hands around you
Gotta get a handle on you
Gotta get a handle on the fact that…

Gyal a you mi waan
Pay fi yuh visa meck yo fly out regular, BRB
Cock up yuh bumper, sit down ‘pon it
Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit
Give you everything weh deh in my wallet
And in my pocket
Cock up yuh bumper, sit down ‘pon it
Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit
Give you everything weh deh in my wallet
And in my pocket

Drake lyrics
Rihanna lyrics

Drake – One Dance

Baby, I like your style

Grips on your waist
Front way, back way
You know that I don’t play
Streets not safe
But I never run away
Even when I’m away
Oti, oti, there’s never much love when we go, oti
I pray to make it back in one piece
I pray, I pray

That’s why I need a one dance
Got a Hennessy in my hand
One more time ‘fore I go
Higher powers taking a hold on me
I need a one dance
Got a Hennessy in my hand
One more time ‘fore I go
Higher powers taking a hold on me

Baby, I like your style

Strength and guidance
All that I’m wishing for my friends
Nobody makes it from my ends
I had to bust up the silence
You know you gotta stick by me
Soon as you see the text, reply me
I don’t wanna spend time fighting
We’ve got no time

And that’s why I need a one dance
Got a Hennessy in my hand
One more time ‘fore I go
Higher powers taking a hold on me
I need a one dance
Got a Hennessy in my hand
One more time ‘fore I go
Higher powers taking a hold on me

Got a pretty girl and she love me long time
Wine it, wine it, very long time
Oh, yeah, she steady on grindin’
Back up, back up, back up and wine it
Back up, back up and wine it
Back up, back up, back up and wine it
Oh, yeah, she steady on grindin’
Back up, back up and wine it, girl

Tell me, I need to know, where do you wanna go?
‘Cause if you’re down, I’ll take it slow
Make you lose control
Where, where, where
Where, where, where, where
Oh, yeah, she steady on grindin’
Where, where, where
Back up, back up and wine it, girl
Where, where, where, where
‘Cause if you’re down
Back up, back up and
‘Cause if you’re down
Back up, back up and
‘Cause if you’re down
Back up, back up and

I need a one dance
Got a Hennessy in my hand
One more time ‘fore I go
Higher powers taking a hold on me
I need a one dance
Got a Hennessy in my hand
One more time ‘fore I go
Higher powers taking a hold on me

Drake lyrics

Drake – Summer Sixteen

Looking, looking, looking
Looking, looking, looking
Looking, looking
Looking
Looking

Looking for revenge
All summer sixteen
All summer sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like a damn football team
All in the same thing
All repping one thing
Looking for revenge

To do what you couldn’t do
Tell Obama that my verses are just like the whips that he in
They bulletproof
Minus twenty we in Pitfield
That Kai’s kitchen in a Canada Goose
Famous as fuck but I’m still in the cut when they round up the troops
I’m just a sicko a real sicko when you get to know me nigga
I let the diss record drop, you was staying right below me, nigga
We must have played it a hundred times, you was going to bed
Why would I put on a vest I expect you to aim for the head?
I coulda killed you the first time
You don’t have to try to say it louder nigga
Trust, we heard you the first time
It’s nothing personal I would have done it to anyone
And I blame where I came from
And I blame all my day ones
You know Chubbs like Draymond
You better off not saying nothing
Them boys they a handful
Then I hit ‘em with the Hotline
Chris Breezy with the dance moves
Mo-G with the dance moves
Ave Boy with the dance moves
Jimi Hendrix with the solo
Those the strings that you can’t pull
Yeah, and I could really dish it out
Come and get it from the source
Fuck with all the word of mouth
Golden State running practice at my house
Nigga, what am I about?
You gon’ really feel it now
I’m out here…

Looking for revenge
All summer sixteen
All summer sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like a damn football team
All repping one thing
Looking for revenge

All you boys in the new Toronto want to be me a little
All your exes know I like my O’s with a V in the middle
You would love it if I went away or didn’t say nothing else
How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself?
You was never gang, gang, gang, gang, you was never one of us
Had us fooled for a minute there, now we done all grown up
But I’m better off anyway, y’all never gon’ finish Drake
Say you seeing ‘bout it when you see me man y’all never home anyway
Thought of things that you shoulda said, said things that you shouldn’t say
We even gave you the whole money play and y’all still broke to this day
“Oh it’s your time now” yeah, that’s what everybody say
I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella then I turned into Jay
Now I got a house in LA, Now I got a bigger pool than Ye
And look man, Ye’s pool is nice, mine’s just big is what I’m saying
I’m that nigga’s what I’m saying
Getting things done around here
How you let me run it down here
I’m not even from around here
Six, six, six, six, six soon as I’m back in the city they throw a parade
I might get a key to the city and give it to Wayne
Or give it to one of the young boys to carry the wave
Yeah, so trust me, they’ll be out here…

They don’t want us to have a bigger pool than Kanye

Drake lyrics

Rihanna – Work

Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi
Work, work, work, work, work, work!
He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn
Meh nuh cyar if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

Dry!… Me a desert him
Nuh time to have you lurking
Him ah go act like he nuh like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest
Nuh body touch me you nuh righteous
Nuh badda, text me in a crisis
I believed all of your dreams, adoration
You took my heart and my keys and my patience
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration
You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation
All that I wanted from you was to give me
Something that I never had
Something that you’ve never seen
Something that you’ve never been!
Mmmmm!
But I wake up and act like nothing’s wrong
Just get ready fi…

Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi
Work, work, work, work, work, work!
He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
Ner ner ner ner ner ner!
When you a guh ner ner ner ner ner ner!
Before the tables turn turn turn turn turn turn!

Beg you something please
Baby don’t you leave
Don’t leave me stuck here in the streets, uh huh
If I get another chance to
I will never, no never neglect you
I mean who am I to hold your past against you?
I just hope that it gets to you
I hope that you see this through
I hope that you see this true
What can I say?
Please recognize I’m tryin’, babe!
I have to

Yeah, okay
You need to get done, done, done, done at work, come over
We just need to slow the motion
Don’t give that away to no one
Long distance, I need you
When I see potential I just gotta see it through
If you had a twin, I would still choose you
I don’t wanna rush into it, if it’s too soon
But I know you need to get done, done, done, done
If you come over
Sorry if I’m way less friendly
I got niggas tryna end me, oh
I spilled all my emotions tonight, I’m sorry
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
How many more shots until you’re rollin’?
We just need a face to face
You could pick the time and the place
You spent some time away
Now you need to forward and give me all the…

Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He se me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn
Meh nuh cyar if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

Mmmmm, mmmmm
Mmmmm, mmmmm
Work, work, work, work, work, work
Mmmmm, mmmmm

Rihanna lyrics
Drake lyrics
Album: Anti (Deluxe)

2 Chainz – No Lie

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down
On the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block out
Dope enough to go in yo nostrils
I’ll take ya girl and kid nap her
Feed her to my mattress
The skeleton in my closet
It’s probably dead ass rappers
It’s probably pussy ass niggas
Don’t try me I pull that trigga
Got ya car note in my cup
And your rent in my swisha
That pussy so good I miss ya
Head game’s so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I’m taking pictures

I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

2 Chainz and champagne
You want true, that’s true enough
Forbes list like every year
My office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I’m the realest out
And I say “damn, that makes two of us”
Oh that look like what’s her name
Chances are there’s what’s her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it’s fine with me
Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking that confirm
Go ask them who just catch shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax
Me an’ Chainz go way back
We don’t talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)

Name a nigga that want some
I’ll out rap his ass
I’ll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass
Take ’em out, bring ’em in
Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn’t (go)
Went where they say I couldn’t (true)
YSL belt buckle
Ya’ll niggas sure is looking
Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that pussy

2 Chainz lyrics
Drake lyrics

Drake – Take Care

I know you’ve been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

I’ve asked about you and they told me things
But my mind didn’t change
And I still feel the same
What’s a life with no fun? please don’t be so ashamed
I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours we both know
We know, they don’t get you like I will
My only wish is I die real
Cause that truth hurts, and those lies heal
And you can’t sleep thinking that he lies still
So you cry still, tears all in the pillow case
Big girls all get a little taste,ah
Pushing me away so I give her space,ah
Dealing with a heart that I didn’t break
I’ll be there for you, I will care for you
I keep thinking you just don’t know
Trying to run from that, say you’re done with that
On your face girl, it just don’t show
When you’re ready, just say you’re ready
When all the baggage just ain’t as heavy
And the party’s over, just don’t forget me
We’ll change the pace and we’ll just go slow
You won’t ever have to worry,
You won’t ever have to hide
You’ve seen all my mistakes
So look me in my eyes

Cause if you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

Yeah
It’s my birthday, I’ll get high if I want to
Can’t deny that I want you, but I’ll lie if I have to
Cause you don’t say you love me
To your friends when they ask you
Even though we both know that you do (you do)
One time, been in love one time
You and all your girls in the club one time
All so convinced that you’re following your heart
Cause your mind don’t control what it does sometimes
We all have our nights though, don’t be so ashamed
I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know
We know, you hate being alone
You ain’t the only one
You hate the fact that you bought the dream
And they sold you one
You love your friends but somebody shoulda told you somethin’ to save you
Instead they say,
Don’t tell me, I don’t care
If you hurt, I don’t tell you
You don’t care, if you’re true

Don’t tell me, I don’t care
If you hurt, I don’t tell you
You don’t care, if you’re true

I know you’ve been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

Drake lyrics
Rihanna lyrics

Drake – The Motto

I’m the fucking man, you don’t get it, do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, fuckin’ women ain’t much to do
Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit changed
How you feel? How you feel? How you feel?
Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil uh
I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don’t really need a mascot
Tell Tune, “Light one, pass it like a relay”
YMCMB you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbs, shout to Gibo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I’m fucking with her, I don’t really need her
Ah, that’s how you feel man?
That’s really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin’ ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won’t
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal,
Real nigga what’s up?

Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once ‒ that’s the motto nigga YOLO
And we ’bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up?

One time, fuck one time
I’m calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It’s Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That’s my MO add a B to that shit
I’m fucked up, torn down
I’m twisted, door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! YEAH!
I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
Ain’t shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi!

Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once ‒ that’s the motto nigga YOLO
And we ’bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sitting on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see ’em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up what’s up what’s up

Real nigga what’s up what’s up what’s up

Drake lyrics
Lil Wayne lyrics

Future -Where Ya At

I don’t wanna hear at that, I don’t wanna hear none of that
Talkin’ to cameras like “What you need?” and all that shit
Fuck that shit, I don’t remember none of that shit

Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving pies?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog? Came through the projects
Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts
Had to rent that on the dick ass jocking
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the gram now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I’m at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco
12 tryin’ come in the spot to open up the dope
Burglar bar doors gotta young nigga confident
Juugin’ out the stove and we still bangin’, honest
Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion

Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they’d ask was what’s the hold up?
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we’re paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain’t gon’ pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain’t got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I’m self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I’ll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders

Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
60 for a walk, bitch don’t panic
Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Serve a lot of dog food; call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was on my come-up?
The reason I’m here today cause I ain’t never gave up
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I was at and sell dope
12 tryin’ come in the spot to open up the dope
Burglar bar doors gotta young nigga confident
Juugin’ out the stove and we still bangin’, honest
Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion

Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion

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Future lyrics

Drake – Back To Back

Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again

Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley
You can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn’t get the message
Back to back like I’m on the cover of Lethal Weapon
Back to back like I’m Jordan ’96, ’97
Whoa, very important and very pretentious
When I look back I might be mad that I gave this attention
Yeah, but it’s weighin’ heavy on my conscience
Yeah, and fuck, you left a boy no options
I wanna see my niggas go insane
You gon’ make me step out of my fuckin’ frame
You gon’ make me buy bottles for Charlamagne
You gon’ make me go out of my fuckin’ way
I waited four days, nigga, where y’all at?
I drove here in the Wraith playin’ AR-AB
I’m not sure what it was that really made y’all mad
But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y’all rap
I mean woah, can’t fool the city, man, they know what’s up
Second floor at Tootsies, gettin’ shoulder rubs
This for y’all to think that I don’t write enough
They just mad cause I got the midas touch
You love her, then you gotta give the world to her
Is that a world tour or your girl’s tour?
I know that you gotta be a thug for her
This ain’t what she meant when she told you to open up more
Yeah, trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga
I’m not the type of nigga that’ll type to niggas
And shout-out all my boss bitches wife-in niggas
Make sure you hit him with the prenup
Then tell that man to ease up
I did another one, I did another one
You still ain’t did shit about the other one
I got the drink in me goin’ back to back
Yeah, goin’ back to back
I got the drink in me goin’ back to back
Yeah, I’m goin’ back to back
I don’t wanna hear about this ever again
Not even when she tell ’em that they better as friends
Not even when you sayin’, “Drizzy, tell ’em again”
I been puttin’ on a show, it was a sell out event
Oh, you need better seatin’
I didn’t wanna do it, gave me every reason
The point I’m tryna make is I don’t ever need ’em
Seen what you’d do for fame or what you’d do for freedom
Please, check ’em for a wire or a earpiece
Please, please do not let these niggas near me
Please, think before you come for the great one
Please, who’s a real nigga and who ain’t one?
Please, somebody stop me
I’m talkin’ bousy and gwanin wassy
I got the fest in five days and it’s my shit
Soon as a nigga hit the stage, they gon’
They gon’ ask if I can play this shit back to back
Yeah, they want it back to back
They gon’ ask if I can play this shit back to back
I took a break from Views, now it’s back to that, nigga
(Six)

Drake lyrics

Drake – Big Rings

Yea, I know we just signed a deal but
I need my advance on the next one too
They know Imma be around
Yea, I need it

Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

Man what a time to be alive
You and yours vs. me and mine
Are we talkin’ teams? Are we talkin’ teams?
Oh you switchin’ sides? Wanna come with me?
Look at the smile on me, look at the owl on me
I do not chase girls, but they run a mile for me
Say she gon’ ride for me, I’ll buy the tires for you
This game is different, you only get one shot when niggas gon’ foul on you
Man fuck ’em all, man we want it all
Don’t get too involved, we gon’ knock you off
And to top it all, I’m with all the dogs
It’s a new season and we still breathin’

And I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
I got a really big team
They need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

Man what a time, to be alive
I’m drinkin’ lean, they thought I died
I run with kidnappers, I’m talkin’ ’bout kidnappers
I’m talkin’ ’bout murderin’ niggas, I’m talkin’ ’bout carjackers
You just a battle rapper, I’m an official trapper
Niggas be droppin’ subliminals, they’re just some jibber jabber
We take a Mellow Yellow then fill it with red forever-ever
These niggas is jealous, jealous, these niggas is scared, they tellin’-tellin’
I fuck a check up on everything, I bought some ice when the feds came
I bought that new Celine, I got some rings, I got racks like Serena
All of my rings Aquafina, my bitch Aquafina
Pluto and Jupiter, I go to Venus
Fresh out the store but I’m not out the cleaners
Who keepin’ score cause these niggas, they losin’

Drake lyrics
Future lyrics

Drake – Jumpman

If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

Yeah
Halloween
Taliban, Taliban
(I’m gon’ shoot you)
Yeah, jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing
You don’t have to call I hit my dance like Usher (woo!)
I just found my tempo like I’m DJ Mustard (woo!)
I hit the Ginobili with my left hand up like (woo!)
Lobster and Celine for all my babies that I miss
Chicken finger, French fries for them hoes that wanna diss
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something
Uh-uh, uh, I think I need some Robitussin
Way too many questions you must think I trust you
You searching for answers I do not know nothing (woo!)
I see ’em tweaking they know something’s coming (woo!)
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something (woo!)
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, fuck was you expecting? (woo!)
Chi-town chi-town Michael Jordan just said text me (woo!)

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
I just seen the jet take off they up to something
Them boys just not bluffing them boys just not bluffing
Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something
She was tryna join the team I told her, “Wait.”
Chicken wings and fries we don’t go on dates
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, Nobu,
I just throwed a private dinner in LA
Trapping is a hobby, that’s the way for me
Money coming fast, they never get to sleep
I, I just had to buy another safe
Bentley Spurs and Phantoms Jordan Fadeaway

Yeah
Jumpman, jumpman, I don’t need no introduction
Jumpman, jumpman, Metro Booming on production, wow
Hundred cousins out in Memphis they so country, wow
Tell her, “Stay the night, valet your car, come fuck me now.”
Jumpman, jumpman, live on TNT I’m flexing (ooh!)
Jumpman, jumpman they gave me my own collection (ooh!)
Jump when I say jump, girl, can you take direction? (Ooh!)
Mutombo with the bitches, you keep getting rejected (Woo!)

Heard they came through magic city on a Monday
Heard they had the club wild, it was star studded
A bunch of girls going wild when your chain flooded
And I had ’em like wow, cup dirty
Dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman dopeman
Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
I just caught that tempo, DJ Mustard (woo!)
Way too much Codeine and Adderall
We just count up paper racks, whoa
I know I’mma get my bitch back, whoa
I count all these racks that I have on me now Imma have you like whoa
Chanel number 9, Chanel number 5, well you got ’em both

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman them boys up to something
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman
Them boys up to something

Drake lyrics
Future lyrics

Drake – Hotline Bling

You used to call me on my
You used to, you used to
Yeah

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city,
You got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
‘Cause ever since I left the city,
you started wearing less and goin’ out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin’ with some girls I’ve never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city, you, you, you
You and me we just don’t get along
You make me feel like I did you wrong
Going places where you don’t belong
Ever since I left the city,
you, you got exactly what you asked for
Running out of pages in your passport
Hanging with some girls I’ve never seen before

These days, all I do is
Wonder if you bendin’ over backwards for someone else
Wonder if you’re rollin’ up a backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught you, gettin’ nasty for someone else
You don’t need no one else
You don’t need nobody else, no
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
You was in a zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you’re someone else

Ever since I left the city

Drake lyrics

Nicki Minaj – Truffle Butter

Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song ’bout somethin’ other than the money
Two things I’m ’bout is talkin’ blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you’re gettin’ all your friends and you’re gettin’ in the car
And you’re comin’ to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin’ and their mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of ’em
I don’t trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Talkin’ filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain’t hidin’ from it

Yo, thinkin’ out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain’t talkin’ about that Lil Wayne record
I’m still the highest sellin’ female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul
I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don’t tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do you hear me?
I can’t let a wet nigga, get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain’t never need a man, to take care of me
Yo, I’m in that big boy, bitches can’t rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain’t a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I ain’t takin’ that back, cause I meant it

Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin’ my account
Bank teller flirtin’ after checkin’ my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain’t gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say “I know”
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I’ll put my leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move, I just don’t know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain’t nothin’ like your last dude, what’s his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off like chocolate
I’m so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans
Get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I’m gnarly; Drake, Tunech and Barbie
You know

Nicki Minaj lyrics
Drake lyrics
Lil Wayne lyrics

A$AP Rocky – Fuckin’ Problems

I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin’ hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin’ swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-rish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin’ broads like I be fuckin’ bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin’ boys, beast

I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you’ve been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I’ve been feeding on
Got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on, oh word?
Ain’t heard my album? Who you sleepin’ on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain’t a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju… (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo’ eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin’ bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nigga I don’t know, then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin’
Yes Lord, I don’t really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain’t for the long talking, I beast

Yeah hoe this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she’s from the hood but she live inside the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck ’em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don’t exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I’m Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill ’em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don’t get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I’ll do ya, beast

2 Chainz lyrics
Drake lyrics
Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lil Wayne – Bitches Love Me (Good Kush & Alcohol)

I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall (ball, ball, ball, ball)

Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck ’bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck ’bout no nigga
Long as these bitches love me

Uh, pussy ass nigga stop hating
Lil Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan, man!
Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She’s on a strict diet, that’s my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with that head
Even better than Karrine
She don’t want money
She want the time we could spend
She said, “Cause I really need somebody
So tell me you’re that somebody”
Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don’t
Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon
She said, “I never wanna make you mad
I just wanna make you proud.”
I said, “Baby just make me cum,
Then don’t make a sound.”

I’m on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall

Uh, real nigga fuck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can’t treat these hoes like ladies, man!
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas
She wake up, eat this dick
Call that breakfast in bed
69, 96
I feel her heartbeat
I chest to chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down
I’m arrestin’ this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me
And I love all my bitches
But it’s like as soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes’ names
But then I would be snitching
And these haters try to knock me
But they can’t knock me off the hinges, man!
(Tunechi!)

I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a fuck ’bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a fuck ’bout…

I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hate
I’m getting ass so I’m skating
Yeah
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hate
I’m getting ass so I’m skating
Bitch

I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
Imma ball ’til the day I fall

Lil Wayne lyrics
Drake lyrics
Future lyrics

Drake – Started From The Bottom

Started… Zombie on the track…

Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now my whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here

I done kept it real from the jump
Living at my mama’s house we’d argue every mornin’
Nigga, I was trying to get it on my own
Working all night, traffic on the way home
And my uncle calling me like “Where ya at?
I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back”
Nigga, I just think it’s funny how it goes
Now I’m on the road, half a million for a show
And we…

Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here,
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here nigga

Boys tell stories about the man
Say I never struggled, wasn’t hungry, yeah, I doubt it, nigga
I could turn your boy into the man
There ain’t really much I hear that’s poppin’ off without us, nigga
We just want the credit where it’s due
I’m a worry about me, give a fuck about you
Nigga, just as a reminder to myself
I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house
Cause we…

Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga

No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explaining
Story stays the same I never changed it
No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explaining
Story stay the same through the money and the fame
Cause we…

Drake lyrics

Lil Wayne – Believe Me

I’m the only one that get the job done
I don’t know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my days
So she might say she love me
She don’t love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat
I’m the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

Yea, uh, rip, rip
It’s been me and Young Tune off the rip
That’s the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I’ll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I’ve been takin’ shit light, you don’t wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y’all really know who you fuckin’ with?
Yeah, I mean you can’t blame me for wonderin’
Doesn’t matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don’t fuckin’ miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin’ off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, “Hah, it’s our time, nigga”
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that’s my nigga
And I’ve been rockin’ with the team, Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin’ on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah

Lord knows I’ll murk one of these niggas, yeah
His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin’ for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin’, I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain’t dyin’ for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated
They think I’m associated, I’m the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin’
Ain’t ’bout what you walk away from, it’s ’bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin’ somethin’

Had to get it poppin’ off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain’t never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like ’em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin’ off the rip
I’m the one they tell ya been reppin’ in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin’?
We’ll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn… just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got it all over my hands
Goin’ out to Houston spendin’ all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
“Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt”
Yes right now you are lookin’ at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin’ up the steps
I’d give what I collect before I give up my connect
It’d be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger… slidin’ ‘cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I’ll fire this nina like it’s her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I’m a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin’ roses at my feet, nigga
I don’t step on one rose
I’m the only one that get the job done
I don’t know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat… believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin’ babies every week
I’m the nigga, see me skatin’ in the streets
Gone

Lil Wayne lyrics
Drake lyrics

Drake – Hold On, We’re Going Home

I got my eyes on you
You’re everything that I see
I want your high love and emotion endlessly
I can’t get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your high love and emotion endlessly

Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we’re going home
Just hold on we’re going home
It’s hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we’re going home (home)

I got my eyes on you
You’re everything that I see
I want your high love and emotion endlessly
I can’t get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your high love and emotion endlessly

Cause you’re a good girl and you know it (oh yeah)
You act so different around me
Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be

So just hold on we’re going home (going home)
Just hold on we’re going home (going home)
It’s hard to do these things alone (things alone)
Just hold on we’re going home (going home, going home)

You’re the girl
You’re the one
Gave you everything I love
I think there’s something, baby
I think there’s something, baby

Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you’re a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be

Oh just hold on we’re going home (going home)
Just hold on we’re going home (going home)
It’s hard to do these things alone (things alone)
Just hold on we’re going home (going home, going home)
Hold on

Drake lyrics

Drake – 0 to 100/ The Catch Up

Fuck being on some chill shit
We go 0 to 100 niggas, real quick
They be on that rap-to-pay-the-bill shit
And I don’t feel that shit, not even a little bit
Oh Lord, know yourself, know you’re worth nigga
My actions been louder than my words nigga
How you sold out, but still so down to Earth, nigga
Niggas wanna do it, we can do it they turf nigga
Oh Lord, I’m the rookie and the vet
Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin’ down the set
All up in my phone, lookin’ at pictures from the other night
She gon’ be upset if she keep scrollin’ to the left, dawg
She gon’ see some shit that she don’t wanna see
She ain’t ready for it
If I ain’t the greatest then I’m headed for it
That mean I’m way up
The six ain’t friendly but it’s where I lay up
This shit a motherfucking lay up
I been Steph Curry with the shot
Been cookin’ with the sauce, chef, curry with the pot, boy
360 with the wrist, boy
Who the fuck them niggas is, boy?
OVO, man we really with the shits, boy
Really with the shits
I should probably sign a Hit-Boy cause I got all the hits, boy

Fuck all that “Drake you gotta chill” shit
I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit
Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bill shit
Yeah, I’m on some rappers pay my bills shit
All up on TV, I thought it’d make me richer
Wasn’t payin’ me enough, I needed somethin’ quicker
So now I’m all in Niko’s basement puttin’ work in on the phones
Either that or drive to money mart to make the pickups
Man, it’s 2008, I’m tryna paint the picture
Comeback Season in the works and now I’m thinkin’ bigger
I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night
Gotta watch that shit, don’t wanna make him sicker
That’s my nigga
Oh Lord, got a whole lot to show for it
I mean we can really get it, we can go for it
I’m just here for the bucks and the billi’s, nigga
Don’t make me kill one of the GOAT’s for it
Ugh, I run this shit, they like “Go Forrest
Run Forrest, run Forrest, go Forrest”
Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us
Damn, nigga, what’s one more quote for us?
Oh Lord, who else sounded like this?
They ain’t make me what I am, they just found me like this
I was ready
Fuck that, I’ve been ready
Since my dad used to tell me he was comin’ to the house to get me
He ain’t show
Valuable lesson, man I had to grow up
That’s why I never ask for help
I’ll do it for you niggas and do it for myself

I go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, whole squad on that real shit
0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, real fuckin’ quick, nigga
0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, whole squad on that real shit
0 to 100, nigga, real quick
Real quick, real fuckin’ quick, nigga

(Whole squad on that real shit)
(Whole squad on that real shit)

Whole squad on that real shit

The other night, Lavish Lee told me
That I’m all these people listen to
She said they love me unconditional
Imagine how I feel to watch another nigga at the top
You know that if it wasn’t you, you would be dissin’ you, dawg
Damn, okay, from that perspective
I can see what you’re talkin’ ’bout, no way to soften it
Cause me, I was tryna find out where I lost ’em at
But maybe I ain’t lose ’em at all
Maybe I keep movin’ forward and they just stagnant
They ain’t movin’ at all
But when they need a favor, who do they call?
Maybe I’m searchin’ for the problems
Askin’ what was said and who was involved
Too focused on people’s feedback and provin’ ’em wrong
They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it’s on
These days feel like I’m squeezin’ in ’em
Whoever wore ’em before just wasn’t thinkin’ big enough
I’m ’bout to leave ’em with ’em
Cause if I run in the game in these, man the seams are splittin’
No pun intended but they’re smellin’ defeat in the air
Headed where nobody took it, who meetin’ me there?
They tell him that he’s talkin’ crazy but he doesn’t care
Bein’ humble don’t work as well as bein’ aware
Listen up, boy, you’re better off eavesdroppin’
We already got spring 2015 poppin’
PND droppin’, Reps-up P droppin’
Majid Jordan droppin’, OB droppin’, not to mention me droppin’
Feel like we paid the refs off, man we fixed the game
Me and Noel been at it before Twitter names
Yeah, been on the move like the lease is up
And I can’t even name one person that’s keepin’ up
Damn, fuck how I was in the past tense
Ask himself, how do we match up now?
Cause I’m only 27 and I’m only gettin’ better
If I haven’t passed you yet, watch me catch up now, forreal

Drake lyrics

I LOVE MAKONNEN – Tuesday

Club goin’ up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosey
Club goin’ up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosey
Club goin’ up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosey
Club goin’ up, on a Tuesday
Got your girl in the cut and she choosey

Squad goin’ up, nobody flippin’ packs now
I just did 3 in a row, them shows is back-to-back to back now
Put the world on our sound, you know PARTY and The Weeknd
Ain’t got no motherfuckin’ time to party on the weekend
Tell Gelo, “Bring the juice, we about to get lit”
Fill the room up with some “tings”, one night off and this is it
Always workin’ OT, overtime and outta town
Shit is crazy back home, it kills me that I’m not around
I think we gettin’ too deep; shit I’m talkin’ might be too true
Upstairs I got xan’s in an Advil bottle, I don’t take them shits
But you do, so I got ’em for you
I don’t need the pills, I’m just gon’ have another drink
And when I’m puttin’ work in on a weekend
I’ll look back on this and think how we had the club going up

Workin’ Monday night, on the corner flippin’ hard
Made at least 3 thousand, on the boulevard
I’ve been workin’ graveyard shifts every other weekend
Ain’t got fuckin’ time to party on the weekend
I’ve been flippin’ in the house, makin’ juugs on the highway
I’ve been ridin’ out of state, makin’ money like my way
I don’t think that I should dance, I’m just gon’ have another drink
I’m doin’ my stance, you know my molly pink
I got the loudest of the loud, you know my gas stink
My P.O. think I’m in the house, don’t give a damn ’bout what she think

And I know I know how I made it on my own
I made my own style, I don’t think that I should stay
You know I gotta’ go, you’re moving too fast
Don’t wanna take it slow

Drake lyrics

Nicki Minaj – Only

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck’s sake
If I did I’d Minaj wid’ him and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt fake
Worry ’bout ya’ll niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
Dez hoes couldn’t test me even if they name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck wit’, mad bitches we don’t fuck wit’
I don’t fuck wit’ them chickens unless they last name is cut let
Let it soak in like seasoning
And tell them bitches, blow me, Lance Stephenson

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that’s over then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought God damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yea, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yea, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yea
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yea, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever try to fuck
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
If I did fuck she’d be fucked up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she act like she need dick in her life
But that’s another story, I’m no story teller
I piss greatness like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend would beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mother’s instead
You got the hiccups, you swallow the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, street beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout running in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes wit me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my nigga
I been praising, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Bloodgang take the B off behavior, my nigga
For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off, nigga
Now you see me, nigga, now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
16 in the clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me
To please pour me a drink and celebrate with me

Nicki Minaj lyrics
Drake lyrics
Lil Wayne lyrics
Album: The Pinkprint

Beyoncé – Mine

I’ve been watching for the signs
Took a trip to clear my mind
Now I’m even more lost
And you’re still so fine, oh my oh my
Been having conversations about breakups and separations
I’m not feeling like myself since the baby
Are we gonna even make it? Oooh
Cause if we are, we’re taking this a little too far
If we are, we’re taking this a little too far
Baby, if we are, we’re taking this a little too far
Me being wherever I’m at, worried about wherever you are
We’re taking this a little too far
We’re taking this a little too far
We’re taking this a little too far

Do you wanna roll with a good girl?
Do it big do it all for a good girl
One time, this is a song for the good girl
Don’t sleep when you know you got it good girl
One time, this is a song for the good girl
Wanna roll, wanna roll with a good girl
One time, this is a song for the good girl
And I still keep it hood, still treat you like I should
Wassup…

On my mind up past my bedtime, no rest at the kingdom
Alone in my place, my heart is away
All that I can think of is, we should get married
We should get married
Let’s stop holding back on this and let’s get carried away

Stop making a big deal out of the little things
Cause I got big deals and I got little things
Got everything I’m asking for but you
Stop making a big deal out of the little things, let’s get carried away
Come right now, you know where I stay

I just wanna say, you’re mine, you’re mine
I just wanna say, you’re mine, you’re mine
Fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine
All I’m really asking for is you
You’re mine, you’re mine
I just wanna say, you’re mine, you’re mine
Fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine
As long as you know who you belong to

From 8 until late, I think ’bout you
You’re all my nights I don’t know what to do
I can’t get no rest, can’t get no sleep
This whole thing got way too deep and we should

I gotta pull up on you
You gon make me have to pull up on you
Don’t go ghost on me I’m a go thriller on you
I’m a just,
I’m a let my hands do the talking when I see you baby girl
I miss feeling on you, I miss everything that’s real about you
And that’s everything about you that’s just how I feel about you
Been about you and I’m still about you but
We ain’t finished talking
I told you you don’t need to worry about them bitches
All them fives need to listen when the ten is talking
Cause they don’t wanna see you happier than them and girl you swear they are your friends and there’s been a problem
You the one they hate, just come with that
I know you think it’s funny that your ex is not a running back but that nigga came running back
And you tell me that you’re done with that
And I believe it’s true
As long as you know who you belong to

All I’m really asking for is you
Yeah

Beyoncé lyrics
Drake lyrics
Album: Beyoncé (Platinum Edition)

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