Lyrics:
by the morning
Niggas should have warned him, this life I was born in
You a character nigga, you was drawn in
I was sworn in, oath to the streets
to visit
Drake got a muthafuckin' simpin', this drank got a muthafuckin' tippin'
GLC got a nigga back to pimpin', and this j got a muthafucka liftin'
Feel
they get faded to
And all this pressure from everybody’s taking a toll
I’m suppose to be the next Drake Russ Kendrick or Cole
I never doubted that heaven
Lamar
Drakeo first earned a boatload of
Attention for his music that
Featured a laid back easy style
Distinct delivery, off-beat cadence
And more coded
Where you from she replies
Whattup from FLORIDA
My name's KIM who are you? I wanna
Get to know more of ya
I replied I'm BOB no SEAN no
JIM JONES DRAKE nah
Riding since the old days
Shorty got some gold ways
More than just okay
Perfect from the go man
There ain't no one like you
Swear that ima wife you
I
Will get slashed by my lightsaber, this cell fader
Yelled stories you can't match, you better ask
Don't getcha bones detached, or marrow whacked
a mental state
Plagued a hideaway
Feeling no more shame
Feeling like I’m fucking drake
Hook3
I’m waiting for everyday
To be kicked back like a Sunday
No
All i can do drake type beats
All i
All i can do
All i can do is give u the best u dont want the rest
Jus listen and u would know why
I told
If not, it gets dropped, I can't hear it (fuck off)
Yeah, two milli by twenty, who can say that? Not many (woo)
Sick and I'm ready, skinny but
by them bitches who be giving it up
Now let's toast for the coast that we all love the most
And go for broke and get a shit load of chronic smoke
by them bitches who be giving it up
Now let's toast for the coast that we all love the most
And go for broke and get a shit load of chronic smoke
until we see you vatos drop
Busting off shots, running from the cops
We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop
[Royal T]
Homey uno D, by three
drive one
She said she wanted somethin', new
Lie to daddy say that you'll be home by, two
Have you ever been Nobu?
No, boo
My white boy ginger he
Or yellin', "free my niggas" like I'm Lincoln
Remember when Cole would open for Drake
And I would open for Cole
So I'ma climb to the top, I was still two
even our toothpaste.
We got to know each other by caressing each other's scars
Avoiding getting too close to know too much
We wanted happiness to be
And you're living in the house JJ done bought
I'ma wait 'til your weight is lost
Gotta live with your boobs like Megan from Drake and Josh
All the titles is
the packages
More than Jeff Bezos are you the man? Grrr
His face showin’, he need a rescue pack
I'ma call up Diego
Kick door, move, what happen?
I’m charged up
beriem preč
Beriem hneď
Nie si trap, nie si G
Nie si West, nie si Fetty, nie si Wap
Nie si Travis a nie si Drake, nie si 50
Nie si Game, nie si Gangsta
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