Lyrics:
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
got the moves
Make it rain just make it move
Feel the groove
We can walk
By the river
If you just need to talk
Give me a call
I'll deliver
Please don't
tried to get me upset
By saying silly little things
My mind was made up now baby
But my mouth kept talking
The hell am I gonna do,
Gonna do
I said
bitch with the curves look like ponderosa
But I can never love you baby I love marijuana
And they already know it’s gas by the odor on em
brand new money
what it means to be D
Well they call me Mike D with the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which
the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes (uh)
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
they call me mike d with the mad man style I put
The mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while created a sound
At which many were shocked I've got
Move to this let me see you jump and twist
pump ya fist cause you know its hard to resist
That how know you rolling with the love specialist
Feel
come on, come on
Yo, who's bugging who?
Destiny is coming through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder
'Bout to hit why'all with the new groove
It's not hot
day, 'cuz I fall all day Sunday
That one day when I'm with you
And then comes Thursday
Gee, it's long and never goes by
Friday makes me feel like
females get jealous
Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're
Dancin' on the floor
Feelin' the slow groove
My mind is startin' to burn
With forbidden thoughts
Strangers all around
With the lights down low
I was
tapes, now
Lemme go an' hit that cup, one time 'fore a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
Yeah cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga it's Young Mula
First Lady ugh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Balenciagas,
, follow me, you so believable
(So) Got a way to get his own music out
Record executive, bounce balling and acting bad
Take my time, with my, great mind
and kissin your girl
Relax, lay back, unwind, cause now is time to chill
Setting the mood, by the use of this groove
Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant,
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
calling, a chance to redeem
In the chaos ahead, my destinies foreseen
Ran I did, but cornered I was,
The drake approaches me with blood soaked claws,
With
springs from this life
Wells up inside
Quick, pick me up and pour me over
The clouds crying by
Another time - to spend
Another place - to go
Another
need no reason
We barely be sleeping
Can't make the list
If you use the word might
Don't ask me shit
Until you book yo flight
We Groove
Yo girl had
it up throw it up for the west side
All the hoes staring at me when I ride by
Got my cup filled with Poe
But I want some more
Chopped up
Screwed up
tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?
.png/219px-Nick_Drake_(1971).png "Nick Drake")
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