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I told her I can't wait I ain't Drake that ain't this
I been off this drink been seeing purple in my piss
I was moving bags in school they called

to riches

Step by step then am gone

Hustle on repeat so I link up my gees

My Girl won finesse on the iPhone

Came from the trenches please don’t stress me

nigga gon' flirt
How you get shot by a man with a purse?
Jackie Chan chopstick, three-round burst
We skip the funeral, put 'em on shirts
Whole lotta drugs

the desert
Sunny hot, they play tracks from way back
Like I ain't the next nigga to
Be where Kendrick and Drake at
But right now it's me against the
World in

here sonnin' rappers like my pops
All my guns real, we don't need the props
Know we out here, fuck the cops
Somebody do me like Drake did Meek

to meek
Speaking on some phones
Just got one with each
Opened gates he gave me motivation to speak
Weezy drake and cole giving the soul to preach
Kendrick

No Durk in the hood
I'm surrounded by Drakes
Might spin the block for old times sake
And I throw the Hat up
But I cannot hang with a super blood

don't wanna know
Last year we was singing old drake songs at night riding through the city
Smiling at each other the connection was so litty
We need

the tech, and bro fired the drake
I know it's a thin line between love and hate, but I just focus on the money i'm in love with Frank
Got a fifty round drum

what it takes
& obviously we just can’t relate 
Got me in my feelings like I’m drake 
I’m winning & I can’t afford mistakes 
You sliding by & bitch I’m

ones it's been a long lap
Ten years and I still ain't had a break
Never gonna stop so I'm feelin' like I'm Drake
Do this shit forever and forever again

the Ruler would be accused
By the state of California
Of murder and faced the possibility
Of a life sentence
Only to ultimately be acquitted of all
Charges

DJs auf Drake Songs
Steh' mit AirPods auf dem Dancefloor

Hey, Baby, Yüzde Yüz ist alles, was wir kennen (Ist alles, was wir kennen)
Hör' euch

dam prihod
Zlato kazdy moj vyrok
Strelim ti to jak kilo

Esteze staci by sam sebou a slape to same
Zdravim celebrity samozvane
Nie neselim prasky
Ano

hard tea and a cart, I'm higher
Got a bell like yeat , now this song fire, wait
Bitch, I know you pussy I can tell by the way you look, you rookie
I'ma

that's where it stand, now we smokin' on his mans

Instead of smokin' on his mans, we park that pussy by surprise
Swear we made his mama cry, shoulda

gotta keep my mouth shut sometime I'm playin' it safe
Get replaced by another bitch that be singing my shit like I'm Drake
I see the stars in the backyard

shit felt great
Yea, I'm 17 in college getting smarter by the day
You know I don't give a fuck if you moving all that weight
Bitch, I'm tryna be

to pistol for the drake

Niggas tryna keep up with the drip, they on the wave
I went purple on the Bape, it got me feeling like I'm Wayne
I'ma keep selling

I'm runnin' up my stacks, don't believe me, check the stats
While y'all kicked back, I dropped out and sold hats
I wanted you by my side when I made

I'm runnin' up my stacks, don't believe me, check the stats
While y'all kicked back, I dropped out and sold hats
I wanted you by my side when I made

a jumper 

I got sued by my idol, ain't that shi sad 
Cause I made a remix and it got the nigga mad 
But ya boy won, cause I went and broke a leg 
Luck was

Drake
I'm started from the bottom

Yes this vibe, this flow, drip like
Sounds like 2011 - 2015 maybe 2016
Yes, like lamborghini mercy
Yes, like rocky cScP

hate - smejem sa len ako Drake

Biely dym, biely byt, biely čaj, biely ksicht
Čierny šilt, čierny majk, prijebaný basic life
Hank Moody lifestyle - kríza