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If Drake can do it
So can I
Drake's the best
That's a lie
Drake's a beast
Huh, yeah right
Drake is goofy
Yeah, you're right
So many problems
But your

never think to do what I does
Since a jit them people knew what it was
Fuck niggas don't want no smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
Smoke
You niggas

Zapraszam na pokład wypływam nad ranem

Zabiłem swój lęk i ruszyłem w mrok
Nigdy too late by pokonać go i zrobić ten krok
Jak Francis Drake na nowy ląd

I got love for my brothers like drake and josh 
After all the money I'll see who is fake or not 
Break bread with each other you know we ain't have

they come to the smoke with the opps
You know I want all of that
This is the real ting, ayy
Chune for your head top maybe
This thing is God's plan, save

raw, smoke it out the jar
This Drake do a lot of dirty work, hittin' all my opps
In striker mode 200 on the dash, hittin' all these blocks
I just made

Marciano smoke the gas, pussy nigga catch a whiff (Marciano smoke the gas)
When I hop up out of that charger see a hater looking stiff (I see them niggas)
I

too much
Ran off on the plug, I see you in too months I smoke, I drink, I do too much
Loaded Drake one time, nah, I shoot too much Loaded Drake one

with the pain I feel inside
It's going on a couple years since I had her by side
Even if take years if it’s smoke we gone slide
It ain’t never been no

didn't have to bake

Niggas wanna beef 
So I grill em like steak  

I lost my focus 
Now I'm awake 

Whip out that drake 
It start singing like drake

Southern Smoke!!!

[Speaking]
Yeah. Ho! 
It's Drake. Uh Uh. Ho!
Do that dance. Do that Dance

[Chorus:]
You special girl, don't leave me baby
To find

dead and shed no tear
The drake of smoke sings
Now of flame
Methods used were worse than flaying
Breath consumed the
Diablerized
Minds
Now
Go psycho

Goat Smoke
We recording?
We must be cause this shit keep going
Huh
Aye
Bitch I want goat smoke
Ugh
Aye
Bitch I want goat smoke
Bitch ass nigga
Bitch

my eyes closed
Prideful, gucci make a hater more spiteful
Im so, Robert Louis Drake but in ice mode
Eyes Low, purple indo, thats what i smoke

I smoke

Yea bitch we going up
Yea Yea, I love it
When that Drake hit that body and they try to get up
You ain't felt the full force of a glock with a button

Bobby Brown
Drake's s***ty music got me Millie Bobby down
We making real music where's my Millie Bobby crown
Got my dick sucked by a willy gobby clown

a diss song no more (Oh wah)
Who want smoke?
Let me know (Let me know)
Cause I got clips
And I got drakes
And I got poles (Oh oh oh oh)
Aye who want smoke

Touch

All just smoke in mirrors
I can tell you inferior
Listen lend me your ear
No reason to hide your tears
All just smoke in mirrors
I can see that you

Yeah, should be apparent by now
Said I'm, call me

I am Drake to you bitches
I don't wanna hear ya tired of my business yet
I said I'm drake to you

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,

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

Aubrey
(Yeah fucking Drake)

Fuck it, I could probably do it
Halsey probably date me
If mo-fucking cupid
Shot her with a tank
As for me and Drake
God damn

Special
You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This

[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake

(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
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