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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

to em watch this
Sliding looking for a king kill em take his crown
Make his queen my bitch then go takeover his grounds
Bitch I hear the drake kicking

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,

mind
To the guy who wrote the song
From Time
I know it wasn't Drake (it wasn't)
Cuz he's not cool like dat
I know he got the ghostwriters to write like

nigga I don't even believe in God, I'm Just slaying
Niggas Damn, I know God mad at me

Cause I'm losing sleep, popping these percs You gon' be deceased

like old school Pinky

Filling up a drink so I'm finna get loose
First name Wan, I ain't going by Lou
My young boys wildin', made a silly-ass game
With

believe in fate
Except this very case
Cause it most deff be fate
Being bff with Drake uh

How bout now, what you think am I (Fly)
How bout now, what you

you gotta show em
Rats are lurking
Doors are closing
So I gotta make sure I go, no stalling
Got a couple soldiers, no Stalin
My circle is tight only

In the summertime smoking cigarettes
By the beach side watching the sunset
You’re my ocean breeze, like waves on my feet
You make me feel…

So glad

Don't give a fuck how many bands you make
I don't need no leech, I don't need no fake
Throwing these hands, I don't need no drake
Get the fuck out my

they make it to fox
But still somehow by sundown it's the same news
Cover yo face and go check out these stocks
Maybe they mention lil some bout Drake

Songs for Women

Frank Ocean

Nostalgia, Ultra

2011

Now I'm in the lab, always working late
Always sleeping past, the breakfast she makes
She used to stop by, come and holla at me
Put her purse down

stage by a gay crowd (not Drake)
It was them Tyler, the Creator fans, he was on Flex show rappin' 'bout fuckin' a man (weirdo)
Casanova had that "So

that Drake and that Nicki feel like Lil Wayne
I say, pull up with that cake on me, boy
I tell her pull up give me face when I'm annoyed
I'm gon' make

run in my shit and think you just goin take what I make
I'm telling my son to go hide
Imma hit you with Drake
Then relocate my bitch to a whole 'nother

trynna take my life away

so I'm riding round wit k's and I'm riding round wit drakes so I can make it back home just to see my daughter face

Yea I want

canna brotha say
U got a brother thats hooked by the sting of your amazing rays
Baby girl just come to me
I can make your fantasy into reality
Got me

Drake shit
I'm bout to go and hit a bitch quick
I'm feeling like a real nigga now
Super Saiyan as I smoke this shit by the pounds
Tell me what you wanna

good I make it worth while
Hoes gon be hoes can't put trust in no bitch
Like von said ima pimp the way I move my lip
Like drake said Iove my bed n my

a eater
Saw her on the Gram then Pornhub I couldn't believe her features
cll you niggas got put on by a Drake feature
In the Czech Republic hitting licks

of them bitches I'm ducking I hide behind camo my nigga I call this shit bape
Can't call this shit fake
They calling me drizzy cause I keep a drake
Drake

I know they know 
Call like payphone
But I'm not Drake
Not off a plate
We going places, count up the aces, I know they know (I know they know)

See when you came from the ground you gotta make remedies
And most of us start from the bottom no Drake melodies
nobody opened doors for us even when

just don't believe that this black boy could I make it
Now me song reaching everybody playlist
When me step Yeah, me step in the latest
Cause, yeah,