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Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my God, oh my God
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch, watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causin’ havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long, lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady callin’ me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blastin’ yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch, watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attackin’, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop, comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
My diamonds dancin’, hopscotch, they holdin’ hands
Yeah

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44 More Lyrics

[Verse]
Ayy, bitch I been goin’ and goin’ like the Energizer
Yeah, I’m supplyin’ the wood like Elijah
In the cut, smokin’ on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I’m finna surprise her
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise you to pay attention
Never need to mention, I’m that motherfucker bustin’ heads
Finna push it to the ledge
Yeah, I’ve been smokin’ my meds
Ain’t got no love for the feds
Can’t let fame go to your head
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
I’m finna kill it instead, I’m finna, I’m finna, I’m finna
I will, I will do like I’ve never done it
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin’ and goin’
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles and there ain’t no nitrous
Doin’ righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Everybody think that they do but they don’t
Swear to God that they would but they won’t
Spittin’ riddles in the middle of a past-time
Me in my mind, feelin’ divine, like yeah
Finna get it like yeah, yeah, like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I done made 20 million dollars (preach!)
I don’t flex to be acknowledged (preach!)
At this point it’s common knowledge (preach!)
All you haters been abolished (preach!)
You in the club throwin’ dollars, but I’m savin’ mine so my kids go to college (preach!)
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach!)
Just as long as they never say (preach!)
“Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy)
He in the club throwin’ dollars and now cannot afford to send me to college (ayy)
Daddy just wanna be loved, just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy)
But somehow he had neglected me and my momma for all of this rap shit” (ayy)
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy)
No, I cannot fuck with that
Who you know dropped the album back to back to back to back to back to back again?
I’m back again to snap again and goddamnit, it ain’t no other way around it
Yeah, it’s happenin’ ’cause I’ve been livin’ in a world on my own
Leave me alone, I’m in the zone where I’ve been prone to destroy shit
You cannot avoid this
Whack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Preach, mothafuckin’ preach
Yeah, I’m tryna reach everybody in the streets, puttin’ words to the beats
Each one teach one, yeah I’m tryna reach one
Who the beast one? That be me, I’m the pride to the East one
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
Shout out everybody, no fuckin’ around, ain’t heard of this
Heard of us, we ain’t goin’ nowhere, it’s a herd of us
Hold up, roll up
Levitated like I’m David Blaine
Livin’ a dream like I’m David Aames
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Step in the spot, now they know the name
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
If that ain’t a sign of the times then I don’t know what is, man this shit is scary
‘Cause bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up like C-4
And I’m 3 for 3 like a free throw
Anybody hatin’ on the boy
Take a step back and then deep-throat
Now my phone blowin’ up like ring
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
That Kevin Durant, I’m a champion
Check the numbers, I’m a champion
Can’t sleep on the boy anymore, but the haters that love to hate gon’ pop an Ambien
Star Lord, champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that’s for sure
Gave ’em 44, now here’s 44 more

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LOGIC – 44 More

[Verse]
Ayy, bitch I been goin’ and goin’ like the Energizer
Yeah, I’m supplyin’ the wood like Elijah
In the cut, smokin’ on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I’m finna surprise her
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise you to pay attention
Never need to mention, I’m that motherfucker bustin’ heads
Finna push it to the ledge
Yeah, I’ve been smokin’ my meds
Ain’t got no love for the feds
Can’t let fame go to your head
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
I’m finna kill it instead
I’m finna, I’m finna, I’m finna
I will, I will do like I’ve never done it
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin’ and goin’
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles and there ain’t no nitrous
Doin’ righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Everybody think that they do but they don’t
Swear to God that they would but they won’t
Spittin’ riddles in the middle of a past-time
Me in my mind, feelin’ divine, like yeah
Finna get it like yeah, yeah, like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I done made 20 million dollars (preach!)
I don’t flex to be acknowledged (preach!)
At this point it’s common knowledge (preach!)
All you haters been abolished (preach!)
You in the club throwin’ dollars, but I’m savin’ mine so my kids go to college (preach!)
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach!)
Just as long as they never say (preach!)
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy)
He in the club throwin’ dollars and now cannot afford to send me to college (ayy)
Daddy just wanna be loved, just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy)
But somehow he had neglected me and my momma for all of this rap shit" (ayy)
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy)
No, I cannot fuck with that
Who you know dropped the album back to back to back to back to back to back again?
I’m back again to snap again and goddamnit, it ain’t no other way around it
Yeah, it’s happenin’ ’cause I’ve been livin’ in a world on my own
Leave me alone, I’m in the zone where I’ve been prone to destroy shit
You cannot avoid this
Wack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Preach, mothafuckin’ preach
Yeah I’m tryna reach everybody in the streets, puttin’ words to the beats
Each one teach one, yeah I’m tryna reach one
Who the beast one? That be me, I’m the pride to the East one
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
Shout out everybody, no fuckin’ around, ain’t heard of this
Heard of us, we ain’t goin’ nowhere, it’s a herd of us
Hold up, roll up
Levitated like I’m David Blaine
Livin’ a dream like I’m David Aames
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Step in the spot, now they know the name
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
If that ain’t a sign of the times then I don’t know what is, man this shit is scary
‘Cause bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up like C-4
And I’m 3 for 3 like a free throw
Anybody hatin’ on the boy
Take a step back and then deepthroat
Now my phone blowin’ up like ring
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
That Kevin Durant, I’m a champion
Check the numbers, I’m a champion
Can’t sleep on the boy anymore, but the haters that love to hate gon’ pop an Ambien
Star Lord, champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that’s for sure
Gave ’em 44, now here’s 44 more

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Trippie Redd – Dark Knight Dummo (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my god
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causing havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blasting yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attacking, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Yeah

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Macklemore – How To Play The Flute lyrics

Below are the complete “How To Play The Flute” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

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SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

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Skeme – How Could I Be Blamed Lyrics

[Hook: Skeme]
How could I be blamed
How could I be blamed
How could I be blamed (yuh)
How could I be blamed
Straight out the struggle and pain
I’m a product of the wildest environment
So how in the fuck could you blame me
If it was you, you do the same thing
(2x)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
If it was you, you do the same thing
I’m from the muhfuckin sword of the land
The originators of the gangbang
Squad rockin all these stupid cuban cuban links
We the chain gang
All I ever knew was oppression
Never knew them diamonds you see when the chain swing
My niggas want murder and drama
Don’t give no fuck bout no peace
I got water in them VVS diamonds
Put the SOX all round the piece
Po’ up a fo’ of that mud, that oil
All flappin, no grease
Still I ain’t slept in this bitch in a week
That young nigga here he a beast

[Hook: Skeme]

[Verse 2: Skeme]
How in the fuck you line up in a lane with a boss?
You ain’t even cut from the cloth
You ain’t with business at all
He ain’t no beast, he a bitchboy
Won’t even ride for the cause
Ima shot caller bitch, if it’s one time only I could call it off
Bought a shotgun sawed off
Threw the window we go shooting cause they saw it all
Westside! Westside!
Straight out that muhfuckin street where the shit raw
I’m laughin at (?)
Real recognize real, G shit
I see it in ya eyes you ain’t got it in ya

[Hook: Skeme]

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Again you niggas play the blame game
I was in the trap, David Blaine thing
We all grew up round the same thing
Half the homies I know gangbang
Other half still in the streets
They rather press up a piece
Shit, I got a clip on me now
I gotta get rich off it now, yeah
Swear this is all that I knew, put us all up in coupes
Rollies and chains, I get all of it duke
Shoutout to Duke, he rollin with me
He get all of it too
VVS diamonds they dancin on me
Carats on carats on carats, but I won’t go back to the P
I turned me to something from nothing
And they wanna turn that to me
How you pin that up on me

[Hook: Skeme]

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Drake – Sneakin’

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Bout to take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now (blasting)
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it ’till her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don’t need love I’m the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

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Drake – Sneakin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Bout to take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now (blasting)
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it ’till her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don’t need love I’m the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know that we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

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DRAKE – Sneakin’ lyrics

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devils in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance

(Make me call my bro…)

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Drake – Sneakin’ (feat. 21 Savage & London On Da Track) letras

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1" man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

[Bridge]
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Categories
Lyrics

Drake – Sneakin’ lyrics

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devils in the details then I’m satanic
Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on it nigga
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
You gon make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night it was outstanding’
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon suck it til her jaws lock
She gon’ make me put my shit on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, nigga we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when the heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage aka the reaper huh
Niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I dont need love I’m the goat
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1″ man that nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score

Face time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in all fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance

(Make me call my bro…)