Search results for 'my zone by drake' Page #950

can't ride dawg hop out the street
Scope in the cut I might hop out a tree
Lay yo body down and then I'm gone leave
Then tuck my babies in kiss em'

cussin
Bustin when I run up on the microphone

I grab your bitch by the peach
Presidential shit bitch I can't be impeached
I just play the trump card tell

through my zone
Look at these lovely homes
But nearly none of these owned
By those who built them for stones
Huge lawn with a pond for a bag-o-bones
In

Verse 1 

Soch meri rehti h, out of the box  
Gaane sirf likhta, dekhta ni clock
Destiny samne, i know my stop
Grind sirf chalu h, dekh nonstop

get it on her own
And when I call you, baby girl, pick up the phone
I been focused, lately, I been in my zone
Think I'm fresh, when it come down to this

Used to carry za, with a switched by the school zone

I don't care about tens, fuck around and take a 20
20 Ball , I need a double that, I need the money

to the amazing activist Ability or accurate, annihilating the average
Breakin' barriers, big blessings be backin' Buildin' believers, better be bold by bashin'

Recorded, produced, and engineered by Ron Raunchy for Wheelhouse Studios in Andover MN…

VERSE1: U call me in tears, need a comforting embrace * ‘Cuz

back no
Bae gon and moan, I like your tone

Just met tonight , I can tell by your eyes
That your body likes, the way I touch you
Tell me if I'm right,

You don’t know the half of it
4) Grab you by the neck and start kissing on the back of it, then it’s back to back rubbing
5) Till I find the right spot,

People have feelings
and lives of their own
I never noticed
in my little zone
Oh let me be wanted, approved of
Admired and Desired
Oh let me be

Capsized in a cyclone zone left a ruin of some decay, A premonition generation lies lit a beacon to a broken day

Another stormy sky, another season

My feelings wanna roll
I'm the vessel of a god
Been possessed into the zone
Don't kill, don't die though
Visions of this world
That make me wanna go

stay or do you have to go
Things wont change you say
But we don't know
Day by day don't cry
Well take it slow
Holding you waist high
Were in our zone
Cuz

Nigga I'm a hood baby  baby
And I smoke like hella blunts

Ain't nobody safe my zone
And these niggas stab and run

Used to hustle all the time

I had to zone for time 
Think out the box can't program me left my remote outside

I pick up the papers
I'm with all the haters 
Fly like a pigeon

I've been looking into past lives
Shaken by a hard time
Wanting all the right types
Gimmie gimmie

Moving closer to an end goal
Finally taking

thing
And this dream is a suitable dream
They said you gotta pull up all your troubles by the root of the weed
And that's what the rhythm of the rain is

on the show, if I'm typing a rhyme then I'm liable to blow
Every line that I write is a pipe in the code so I strike head height like it's Taekwondo
My energy

Sun is rising up

All my homies should get up

Sip that tea with that snack

Give the brain tombstone smack

Rise up this day but not prone

Get in

I get done y'all gone taste both the nuts
Sit on my face while I grip her by her waist
I'm in the zone
I'm finna cum
Ion know what to say
Pussy Wet

was with the grown men
It was Big and Bonez them couple of my old friends
I was strippin homes then wasn't flippin zones then
That's why I thank

to see
Writing those songs y'all like to sing
Left alone in my zone
When I'm on then its on
He put the treasure in all this trash
Its like 30 days same

burned by the flame

Ghosted again, it's a cruel refrain
In a world so ruthless, unchained to the pain
Serenited grace, heartless and vain
Each ghost in