Lyrics:
closer to pity
My T swift ass hooks was writ by committee
Embarrass my city
Yet still act like Im hard
If Ice Cube was actin then I know Imma star
So lemme
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
diamond chain is on still nothing set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't
drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake
Straight,
couldn't play guitar like Van Halen
Had no secret chords like Saint David
But you still came around, ate your lunch with me
Used to park your car to try
the evil in your eyes swear I can still see the good though
But you unlockin' my cell like you is a cop
How you decode all my V-mails, G-mails even P.O.
Time stands for no man, it still moves
Past thinking, passed up, you still lose
Present body, working toward the future
Attractive, everybody salutes ya
creature
They wasn't hearin' me 'til I fucked with a Brainfeeder
I'm still playin' it out the same speakers
I did it all without a Drake feature
So
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Still and dead we never lived
Walls of dreams hold little children
Free hadronic mercied old hate
The drakes caw
Then teach
Tall displacement
Madweave
in(x4)
and ima go hard (x4)
bitch im going in(x4)
and ima go hard (x4)
Drake:
first off you know what it is if you heard drake making hoes wobble
like
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
Cinderella lost her glass shoe
The cash blue, but I'm still seein' green
I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean
My bitch a vacuum, I told her, "Keep me
was born a perfectionist
Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this
Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist
I really hate
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
Drake X Bobby Shmurda X Migos X 808mafia -Do Not Disturb DEMO Beat.Prod.by.Arlin.
you are
We did it yesterday, and we'll do it again
Tomorrow we'll all still be yesterday men
If you'd like to be more than yesterday boys
Then sit
girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India
talkin' 'bout?)
Ummm, Polo shirt, my collar up
Drippin' on these hoes
Ain't by myself, it's a lot of us
Made a little money, still ain't got enough
And if
[Drake]
Pay attention, its on
Staring at my city lights through the plain window as I write this song
Have faith, when I do it
Imma do it bigger than
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Check one one two
Check one one two
Swear this shit feel like Drake in 09'
Swear the shit feel
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov
(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
on
When my diamond chain is on, still nothin' set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise
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