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Southern Smoke!!!

[Intro: Drake Talking]
Yeah. Ren. M.O.F. Haha. 
It's Drake man. It's Drake man.Yeah
Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man
I'ma

So Much Better [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP 2

2013

You fu-ing c-
Pick up the god damn phone

bi-, where the fu- were you Tuesday? With who you say?
I wasn't at the studio bi-, what'd you do? Screw

And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message

No Chris no drake no guidance
Especially when it come to this violence

They no math but don't no science
Get caught by the cops you crying
Then ya go

He keep talking that tough shit, but I know where he be at
Bitch I know where he sleep at, if we catch him lacking he ain't getting no free pass

Drake (Draaaake?)
But neither you or him was ever gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Got the fuckin' money, sleepin' with the racks
Sellin' all the dope,

like Drake
I'm so far gone, can only dream bout pearly gates, ain't no saving us
Show us where them racks at
Give a damn bout ya life when I'm  bout

bitch from Bompton
Down to spank hoes
Never hit the court room stand
With that Drake flow
Trying to get that Drake dough
Living where he started at
Eight

any sense
And I'd love to tell you women are sweethearts
You look at where they start, they even the bigger menaces
It's cold out in the west

Wanna go four for four
Buy a four by four
With an all-black matte
And a sunroof
You ain't seen nothing yet
Imma keep saying this
Til my legacy runs

haunt me every single night

I just wanna hear you here, with my sight, by my bed
I just wanna know, where the love goes
Where do we go when we're

other city it's another Nicki tattoo
Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls
You know the real bitches love me, fuck the fake girls
So if you pretty I

Get spread out, we drivin', this bitch ain't regular R.I.P. Drake, my boy was a mella
Lowkey, I'm a pimp, baby, I'll sell her Steppin' on a opp, if I

face
Don't won't no butterhead
Man I'm all about face
She gotta have it all
I got picky ass taste
We gotta make hits
Be like Nicki and Drake
She gotta go

pull up wit Drakes
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Tired of all these niggas sayin'
They trappin', yeen got no weight
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
And I love to ball
Chris Paul

Aight, look
I'm talking about them lonely nights
All by myself, they wouldn't even phone me twice
But then they claim they know me right
And yeah I

Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got

true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get

So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence

So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence

other city it's another Nicki tattoo
Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls
You know the real bitches love me, fuck the fake girls
So if you pretty I

Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Where yo blick at
Let

again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest

want pussy money power
And I want it by today
I just took a couple hits
Got me feeling like I’m drake
She put the beat up in my lap
Got me feeling like