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[Drake Chorus]
Don't Put It Past Them
I Dont Think That They Understood
My Friends They Dont Even Sit In The Class When They Should
He Can Come Pick You Up

that's my main man's

Rockin' with Rih, he behind us, up in that Drake Benz
Yeah, I say Drake, cause he ridin' with that big bang gone Spank shit
I ain't

might float me a nigga
I don't wanna talk
Don't wanna kick it with niggas
Niggas be pussy I can tell by litter
I feel like the man turned my business

a drake, take pleasure when it ends in screams
A serpent made servant to the whims of a hybrid queen
Crush a wurm, if it's tranced by my intimidation
Bring

that's my favorite sound
Bitch I know this 8th hitting got it by the pound 
See me getting better getting hotter by the day
For every motherfucker in

I told her keep it on the low just like a midget
Cuz I don't like people all up in my business
And a wise man once said time will tell
So I had to go

I don't wanna be your friend after this
So I'ma get this out real early
Suck my dick!

I seen this shit comin' in plain sight
We waitin'

Got them in here spitting excuses I'm unimpressed now
I told you all that soon the music business got a guess now
And really I'm just showing off my

got no monkey on my back
(Monkey business) Slippin' on the track
(Monkey business) Jungle in black
(Ain't your business) If I got no monkey on my back

Electric tobacco smoke gone in a genie
The Drake and the drill songs and the aching bank accounts
Time turns to business, I look for a way out
I should

(One, two, one, two, three, four)

He grabbed me by the shirt 
While I was paying for my beer
And screamed "There you are Balthazar
I knew I'd

the grave site
Now I'm in plain sight, and your car won't start
Get to the door and I tear out your heart
Murder is an art, crime scenes are my skilled work

the grave site
Now I'm in plain sight, and your car won't start
Get to the door and I tear out your heart
Murder is an art, crime scenes are my skilled work

your own life
I talked to all of my homies 
They're given me the same advice 
They just keep telling me

Please don't drake and drive 
Drake and drive

in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit) 
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How

shop like its nobodies business
And I work like that
Taken by the waves and I surf right back
Why they call 'em joints, cause Im bent like that
Open up

my timbs She got the ocean yeah I'm tryna go swim
He talkin' crazy yeah you know he don't spin I leave him for dead leave him in the bin
She talkin'

with that shit
We ain't with that shit, we ain't with that shit
June 18, whereabouts, where you at
In the corner, kiss my teeth when you halak
The prince

just my sense of humor
Why Tory call that girl from a phone in prison? (Why?)
Knowin' they record them calls and was gon' listen
He supposed to know

Keep my business out your mouth bitch, yea, yea
Ain't nobody give af about me when my soul was hurting
Now they lurking, now they wanna link in person

tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows
Well she can't stay in that fucking hood forever, forever
Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage

intervened
What a cold day in the gold's city
City up, red light blue light, city up
I mind my business I don't walk around out of touch
I mind my business I

down
For all of my shit
I don seen so many
Times I don pass
Without the sentiments
I let it go by
Handled my business like
I any man would
Damn it I'm

said that you're going to leave but don't go by what you heard, just love me till death we can rest in my hurst. 

And no I ain’t perfect 
But I’m worth