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today (I blow her back today)
Artificial, niggas fake (fake)
We gon' put 'em on a plate (plate)
Choppa singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody

well
Fingers grip her waist
Like Ferragamo belts
She just so addictive
Hooked me by her spell
Gave me that oowee
That put me too sleep
Uh huh huh
She

Royale cosmetic, I'm just promotin' my bitch
Drake song do a billion streams for sure, I'm just promotin' her shit
Nasty with it
Take her to Sono Bello

the Bible
Can't give it up 'cause you love the lifestyle

Okay, okay, okay
Trenches, I got her a salon
Gucci and Pucci, it's deep in her budget
She

the trash man
Cuz I had to dump her
Fuck her
Fuck love
I don’t really trust her
I don’t need you anymore put u in the Dumpster
I been doing things
All by

Met her at the club I pretend like what
Had her at ten she pretend like what
Head by the bed like I said it ain't none
Told her gotta go and shawty said

You can tell
Just by my shoes You know you can call me Ben the way my green

Turn into blues I just treat her better
I'm so cold that I got her leaving

Married To The Game

The Game

Blood Moon: Year of the Wolf

2014

motherfucker
Let me see you shake it for a real nigga
She gone think she in a fairy tale once that pill hit her
Even though she out of her mind, I'mma to deal

code
More money more whips
More chains and exotic hoes
Niggas mad at me
Cause they jealous of the life I chose
That bitch get mad at me
But I told her

her comfortable
And I know, I want this shit forever like a Drake song
And we both, know we want each other what we waiting on
And I won't, give a nigga

[Drake: Talking]
Uh, Yea, Get In My Slick Rick Mode
N'a Mean?, Im A Tell Ya A Story Real Quick

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look,
She Got A Saying Theres No

talking Wayne and Drake (Huh)
But I know that she will (Duh)
Bout to take ya bitch down after I Swallow this pill (Thirty)
Eat her pussy back from the back

up
Get down
Lemme feel that
You know it's real
You know its real
You know it's real
You know it's real
You know it's real
You know it's real
You know

the chute
They sippin getting loose
Two shots throw em the deuce
(Gang)
Get to the money
Gave her the D, she tasted real Sunny
Niggas on my dick they lookin'

Nothing was the same now
I feel like Drake Now
Gucci, Louis, Prada. You can get a little extra baby
Never tell you nada because papa is real money crazy

other city it's another Nicki tattoo
Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls
You know the real bitches love me, fuck the fake girls
So if you pretty I

My ghetto bitch so real I'm paying for her BBL
My niggas get home from prison go snatch that CDL
We be in corporate offices and seeing jail
My niggas

overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real

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

If you by me, try, try 
If you by me, try, try 

Luh Soldier 

We keep glocks and drakes 
I pray none of you n***as play with me 
Fuck around and get

And I’m always in the studio, Hit after hit
And I’m feeling like I’m drake
Way I’m all up in the 6
I don't like to run it back
I don't like to reminisce

Drake
A young nigga been
On his worst behaviour
Keeping it real what I'm doing
Tshini madoda
Banamanga amaxoki
I treat this rap thing like
It's maths

meds
All they do is sleep I need some creds (credit me)
Shoutout to the dead, they not really dead
Feel like Drake, I love your mom in my bed

Huh, chill

of these rappers talking shit ain't got the pace
Now I don't know shit about a lifestyle like Drake's
But I know a lot about a life on the estate
Some things