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Drake — No Long Talk

Drake - No Long Talk

Текст Drake — No Long Talk

Yeah
Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice
That’s Baka, he’s a no-long-talker
Quick to let the motherfuckin’ TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Yutes talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way til I’m restin’
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit-chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been let me wop twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fif, he’s a sickaz
You get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing (SN1)
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Preme got the err tucked, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, now we need the whole thing
Man gets duppied when we touch a button (Touch a button)
Man catch suckers, then we’re touchin’ somethin’ (Yeah)
Man get stuck in, yeah, we’re stuck in somethin’ (Yeah)
Man gets wrappin’ when we’re suckin’ somethin’ (Straight)
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’ (Battered)
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’ (Buck-bucker)
If man child play it, then we Chucky somethin’ (Straight)
If man start throwin’, then we’re chuckin’ somethin’ (Hmm)
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side, on a death ride (Switch it)
MAC-10 and the spesh flies, and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files (Ooh)
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lighty lookin’ healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style (Switch it)
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’ (Fuckin’ somethin’)
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’ (Yeah)
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’ (Cup of somethin’)
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’ (Nah)
Stuck or somethin’, like a nigga stuck or somethin’ (Stuck or somethin’)
Saw the monster, it’s like a truck or somethin’ (Jheeze)
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’ (Yeah)
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’ (Buck)
You dun know, it’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap
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Drake — Preach

Drake - Preach

Текст Drake — Preach

Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
I’m in Miami
I need to call up Miss Cassidy
My name is Party, not participation
Sorry for the miscommunication
I need a drink and some tequila with you
You know what I’m trying to do
Hey, let’s pop the E off at Liv
I’ve got some time here to blow
I’ve got the money to blow, I’ve got the money and blow
Don’t have to guess how I know
Oh, it’s a secret, trust me, I’ll keep it
You old niggas boring as bones
You put the PARTY tape on
You know what’s going on, you know what’s going on
She keep it wet like tsunami
She think she sunk the Titanic
I get her hot like Wasabi
She think it’s wavy and gnarly
I think I’mma pop one for you
Drink one fuck you
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Young nigga preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach, preach, preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach
Preach, preach, preach, preach
Still in Miami, most of these girls are too messy
I’ve got to do some reflecting
I’ve got to find me one out here that is good at taking direction
I am convinced that my calls are being recorded
So hit my assistant to get me the message
And make the connection like brrrrr
I’m on that wave tonight, I hope you not the crazy type, yeah
I’m in your state tonight, I might just break the bank tonight, yeah
PND ain’t with the ray tay, you know Jay Wray
Got girls here going way way way way way way
Sauga city trip the pay day
Glo’d up off a gate way, man, you can’t afford me
Doing is one thing, doing it right is a whole different story
Niggas is all in their feelings these days
All in their feelings these days
But hearing the scripture with that many sixes
You should be afraid
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Drake — Now & Forever

Drake - Now & Forever

Текст Drake — Now & Forever

It’s over, it’s over, yeah, I’m leaving, I’m gone
I can’t stay here no more, and I can’t sleep on the floor
Man, I’m leaving, I’m leaving, you know I got my reasons
Yeah, I’m leaving, yeah, I’m leaving, yeah, I’m leaving, I’m gone
I’m leaving, I’m gone, had to knock down the wall
Yeah, I swear to God that I’m gone, I’m leaving, I’m leaving
No looking back when I’m gone, no looking back when I’m gone
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more
It’s over, it’s over, yeah, I’m leaving, I’m gone
I’ve been doing this wrong, I’ve been here for too long
I’m leaving, I’m leaving, you know I got my reasons
Yeah, I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m gone
I’m leaving, I’m gone
I don’t wanna miss the boat, I don’t wanna sit in coach
I don’t wanna sit at home, I gotta get where I’m going
I’m afraid that I’ma die before I get where I’m going
I know I’ma be alone, I know I’m out on my own
I just gotta hit the road, I just gotta know the road
I just gotta hit the road, I just gotta know the road
I just gotta know the road
Something to say, then say that then
I just been out and bad from way back when
I can’t be out here on no laid back shit
I can’t be out here on no laid back shit
You got something to say, then say that then
I just been out and bad from way back when
I gotta get on the road, I gotta get on the road
I ain’t looking back no more, no, no, no
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more
I gotta go out and get it, want you to know what I did
Want you to know how it went
That’s why I keep telling you over and over again
Just let me go
Just let me go, let me bring it home to you
Just let me go, let me bring it home to you
Now and forever, I’ll bring it home to you
Just let me go, let me bring it home
Let me go, let me bring it home to you
Let me go, let me bring it home to you
Let me go, let me bring it home
Now and forever, I’ll bring it home to you
Let me go, let me bring it home to you
Let me go, let me bring it home to you
Now and forever, I’ll bring it home
Now and forever, I’ll bring it home
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Drake — Nice For What

Drake - Nice For What

Текст Drake — Nice For What

I wanna know who mothafuckin’ representin’ in here tonight
Hold on, hold on

I keep lettin’ you back in
How can I explain myself?

Care for me, care for me
You said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me (Louisiana shit)
Said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me (Murda on the beat)
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me (A song for y’all to cut up to, you know?)
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me (Yeah)
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?

Everybody get your mothafuckin’ roll on
I know shorty and she doesn’t want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven’t let that thing loose, girl, in so long
You’ve been inside, know you like to lay low
I’ve been peepin’ what you bringin’ to the table
Workin’ hard, girl, everything paid for
First, last phone bill, car note, cable

With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin’ like you Fabo
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
It’s a short life, yeah

Care for me, care for me
You said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?

That’s a real one, in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin’ up on these niggas
You gotta be nice, for what to these niggas
I understand, you gotta hunnid bands
You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends
High school pics, you was even bad then
You ain’t stressin’ off no lover in the past tense
You already had them, work at 8 a.m., finish ’round five
Hoes talk down, you don’t see ’em outside
Yeah, they don’t really be the same offline
You know dark days, you know hard times
Doin’ overtime for the last month
Saturday, call the girls, get ’em gassed up
Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump

Gotta hit the club like you hit them mothafuckin’ angles
With your phone out, snappin’ like you Fabo
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
It’s a short life, yuh

Ah, ha, these hoes
Your boy, I may
Watch the breakdown

Care for me, care for me!
You said you’d care for me!
There for me, there for me!
Said you’d be there for me!
Cry for me, cry for me!
You said you’d die for me!
Give to me, give to me!
Why won’t you live for me?!

Gotta make that jump
Gotta make that
Gotta, gotta make that
Gotta make that jump
Gotta make that
Gotta, gotta make that
Gotta, gotta, gotta g-g-gotta
G-g-gotta, gotta
Gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta
Gotta make that jump, jump
Let’s go
Bend it over, lift it up
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, over, over, over, over
Lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump

That’s a real one, in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You rarely pipin’ up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas
I understand

Care for me, care for me
You said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d cry for me

Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles
It’s a short life, yeah
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
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Drake — Feel No Ways

Drake - Feel No Ways

Текст Drake — Feel No Ways

I should be downtown, whipping on the way to you
You got something that belongs to me
Your body language says it all
Despite the things you said to me
Who is it that’s got you all gassed up?
Changing your opinion on me
I was only gone for the last few months
But you don’t have the time to wait on me
I try with you
There’s more to life than sleeping in
And getting high with you
I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do
And that just didn’t sit right with you
And now you’re trying to make me feel a way, on purpose
Now you’re throwing it back in my face, on purpose
Now you’re talking down on my name, on purpose, yeah
And you don’t feel no way, you think I deserve it
World’s, world’s, world’s famous
World’s, world’s, world’s famous
Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way
I’ve stopped listening to things you say
Cause you don’t mean it anyway, yeah
Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way
Maybe we just should have did things my way
Instead of the other way
I tried with you
There’s more to life than sleeping in
And getting high with you
I had to let go of us to show myself what I could do
And that just didn’t sit right with you
And now you’re trying to make me feel a way, on purpose
Now you’re throwing it back in my face, on purpose
Now you’re talking down on my name, on purpose, yeah
And you don’t feel no way, you think I deserve it
World’s, world’s, world’s famous
World’s, world’s, world’s famous
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way
I’ve stopped listening to things you say
Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way
I’ve stopped listening to things you say
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Drake — Too Good

Drake - Too Good

Текст Drake — Too Good

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Look… I don’t know how to talk to you
I don’t know how to ask you if you’re okay
My friends always feel the need to tell me things
Seems like they’re just happier than us these days
Yeah
These days I don’t know how to talk to you
I don’t know how to be there when you need me
It feels like the only time you see me
Is when you turn your head to the side and look at me differently
Yeah
And last night I think I lost my patience
Last night, I got high as your expectations
Last night, I came to a realization
And I hope you can take it
I hope you can take it, oh
I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
No, I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
I don’t know how to talk to you
I just know I found myself getting lost with you
Lately you just make me work too hard for you
Got me on flights overseas, and I still can’t get across to you
And last night I think I lost my patience
Last night, I got high as your expectations
Last night, I came to a realization
And I hope you can take it
I hope you can take it, oh
I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
No, I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
Years go by too fast
I can’t keep track
How long did we last?
I feel bad for asking
It can’t end like this
We gotta take time with this
Cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it
Let me see if this is something I can fix (Six)
You got somebody other than me
Don’t play the victim when you’re with me
Free time is costing me more than it seems
Sacrificing things
And I wanna tell you my intentions
I wanna do the things that I mention
I wanna benefit from the friendship
I wanna get the late night message from you, from you
I put my hands around you
Gotta get a handle on you
Gotta get a handle on the fact that…
I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
No, I’m too good to you
I’m way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don’t understand it
Gyal a you mi waan
Pay fi yuh visa meck yo fly out regular
Baby, cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it
Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit
Mi wi give you everything weh deh in my wallet
And in my pocket
Cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it
Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit
Mi wi give you everything weh deh in my wallet
And in my pocket
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Drake — Summers Over Interlude

Drake - Summers Over Interlude

Текст Drake — Summers Over Interlude

Days in the sun
And nights in the rain
Summer is over, simple and plain
Found me some fun that’s good for the pain
Already told you, I don’t feel the same
I don’t feel the same
Anywhere I go
I can’t help but show
I don’t feel the same
Anywhere I go
I can’t help but know
I don’t feel the same
Anywhere I go
I can’t help but know
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Drake — Jaded

Drake - Jaded

Текст Drake — Jaded

Ayy, yeah
Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side
Yeah
Leaving me (leavin’ me)
Dippin’ out on me (on me)
Already got what you needed, I guess
Quickly (Quickly) learned yourself through me (Through me)
Already gave you what you needed, I guess (Ooh yeah)
I guess (Yeah) yeah
That’s why I’m not with nobody (Ooh yeah)
Cause I don’t wanna hurt nobody (Ooh yeah)
Did it over text, didn’t call me (Ooh yeah)
Still got love for you, mami
I know you wanna be somebody
Even if you gotta leave somebody (Body) yeah
Yes I’m hurting, yes I’m jaded (Jaded)
Most of these things I don’t wanna say (Jaded)
I wanna be around while you chasin’ (While you chasin’ it)
You wanna hit me up when you make it
You’ll try and come back when you famous
I always want the truth but it’s dangerous (Dangerous, oh)
You got somethin’ real, not basic (Ooh yeah)
You wanna get with me, stop
Yes I’m hurting, yes I’m jaded (Jaded)
Most of these things, I don’t wanna say (Say)
I wanna be around while you chasin’
(Wanna be around, wanna be around)
You wanna hit me up when you make it (Ooh, yeah)
You’ll try and come back when you famous
(Back around, back around)
I always want the truth but it’s dangerous (Dangerous)
You got somethin’ real, not basic
You wanna get with me, stop (Flakin’)
Yeah, dogs on this side, dogs over on this side
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Ayy, told me about all your insecurities, for what?
Dragged me like two hours to your family’s house, for what?
Said you need some time but I should stick around, for what?
Always felt like stickin’ ’round’s the same as being stuck
And like guns with the ink in, you’re gettin’ under my skin
Pretty little young thing (Young thing)
Had a nigga convinced, got me too excited
Yeah, you played me, you played me, you played me
Lowdown, dirty, shameful, crazy
I need to know how the new nigga you got does the same thing
I do for a living but is way less wavy
How you even managin’ to keep straight faces
In all the pictures that I seen lately
Lord knows you still look amazin’
That’s besides the point I’m makin’
You’re way too opinionated to have to force it, to have to fake it
You had potential, I coulda shaped it
You went and caved in (Ooh yeah)
We coulda waited, I wasn’t rushin’, difference in ages
You’re old enough, but you’re still a baby
You’ve shared stories where you did amazin’
Things to be loyal, things to be patient
That was before me, I musta changed it
Shifted your focus, lens lookin’ jaded (Jaded)
Most of these things I don’t wanna say
I wanna be around while you chasin’ (While you chasin’ it)
You wanna hit me up when you make it
You’ll try and come back when you famous
(Back around, back around, dangerous, oh, ooh yeah)
Dogs on this side, dogs over on this side
You wanna get with me, stop (Flakin’)
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Drake — Nice For What

Drake - Nice For What

Текст Drake — Nice For What

I wanna know who mothafuckin’ representin’ in here tonight
Hold on, hold on

I keep lettin’ you back in
How can I explain myself?

Care for me, care for me
You said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me (Louisiana shit)
Said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me (Murda on the beat)
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me (A song for y’all to cut up to, you know?)
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me (Yeah)
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?

Everybody get your mothafuckin’ roll on
I know shorty and she doesn’t want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven’t let that thing loose, girl, in so long
You’ve been inside, know you like to lay low
I’ve been peepin’ what you bringin’ to the table
Workin’ hard, girl, everything paid for
First, last phone bill, car note, cable

With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin’ like you Fabo
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
It’s a short life, yeah

Care for me, care for me
You said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?

That’s a real one, in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin’ up on these niggas
You gotta be nice, for what to these niggas
I understand, you gotta hunnid bands
You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends
High school pics, you was even bad then
You ain’t stressin’ off no lover in the past tense
You already had them, work at 8 a.m., finish ’round five
Hoes talk down, you don’t see ’em outside
Yeah, they don’t really be the same offline
You know dark days, you know hard times
Doin’ overtime for the last month
Saturday, call the girls, get ’em gassed up
Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump

Gotta hit the club like you hit them mothafuckin’ angles
With your phone out, snappin’ like you Fabo
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
It’s a short life, yuh

Ah, ha, these hoes
Your boy, I may
Watch the breakdown

Care for me, care for me!
You said you’d care for me!
There for me, there for me!
Said you’d be there for me!
Cry for me, cry for me!
You said you’d die for me!
Give to me, give to me!
Why won’t you live for me?!

Gotta make that jump
Gotta make that
Gotta, gotta make that
Gotta make that jump
Gotta make that
Gotta, gotta make that
Gotta, gotta, gotta g-g-gotta
G-g-gotta, gotta
Gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta
Gotta make that jump, jump
Let’s go
Bend it over, lift it up
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, over, over, over, over
Lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump

That’s a real one, in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You rarely pipin’ up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas
I understand

Care for me, care for me
You said you’d care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d cry for me

Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles
It’s a short life, yeah
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
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Drake — Ratchet Happy Birthday

Drake - Ratchet Happy Birthday

Текст Drake — Ratchet Happy Birthday

Tonight we celebrate
Seems like time’s out of our control
It’s a celebration, oh oh
It’s your birthday, baby, it’s your birthday
Yeah, who’s gonna love you on your worst day?
You talk so tough
I know you’re soft like buttercups
Reese’s, Reese’s, don’t be ridiculous
Just say your piece and peace up like Ibiza
Cool your headtop, you hotter than Anitta
Bakin’, baby, tell me where I need to-
To be, to feel, and fill that emptiness inside you
Petty bullshit shouldn’t excite you
On your birthday
It’s your brrrrrrr-
It’s your fuckin’ birthday (Oh, birthday, I need more liquor)
It’s a fuckin’ celebration (Oh oh)
Tonight we celebrate
Seems like time’s out of our control (Oh oh)
It’s a celebration, oh oh
They tried it, they went for it
All year and you’re still here, just ignore it
If it ain’t the real thing, you don’t want it
GG, CC’s all on ya
It’s your month and you know it (And you know it)
And you know it’s real, don’t gotta say it for you
And you know somebody home prayin’ for you
You say, «Play this shit,» they better play it (Ayy, play it)
For you (For you), on time
And I miss the days that you was all mine
Haven’t been official in a long time
So tell me where I need to-
To be, to feel, and fill that emptiness inside you
Petty bullshit shouldn’t excite you
On your birthday
It’s your brrrrrrr-
It’s your fuckin’ birthday (Oh, birthday, I need more liquor)
It’s a fuckin’ celebration (Oh oh)
Tonight we celebrate
Seems like time’s out of our control
It’s a celebration, oh oh
Oh, it’s your fuckin’ birthday, oh, oh
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