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hotline bing lyrics

Drake Hotline Bling Lyrics

You used to call me on my
You used to, you used to
Yeah

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city,
You got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
‘Cause ever since I left the city,
you started wearing less and goin’ out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin’ with some girls I’ve never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city, you, you, you
You and me we just don’t get along
You make me feel like I did you wrong
Going places where you don’t belong
Ever since I left the city,
you, you got exactly what you asked for
Running out of pages in your passport
Hanging with some girls I’ve never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

These days, all I do is
Wonder if you bendin’ over backwards for someone else
Wonder if you’re rollin’ up a backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught you, gettin’ nasty for someone else
You don’t need no one else
You don’t need nobody else, no
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
You was in a zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you’re someone else

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city

What A Time To Be Alive Lyrics

Drake “Live From The Gutter” lyrics

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch
I ain’t talking about some real money shit
I ain’t talking nothin’ but big money shit
I ain’t talking nothin’ but big money bitch

Reporting live from the gutter
I’ll buy these motherfuckers talking big money shit bitch
Straight up out the gutter, never had shit
Now we got 90210 on our address
Talking 10 mill just to get an asset
I know them tears did on my last bitch
The money made me hungry I’m a savage
I’ve seen stars lining up you can’t imagine
I watched my broad give up on me like I’m average
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare
Wake up in the house I look around see bales everywhere
I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere
I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere
Walked outside Buford County came out in a Learjet
A fiend for that lean I ain’t even started drinking beer yet
The pussy I trap out I need that
Came out clean, I ain’t clean my shit still there
Just imagine you was living lavish and they still there
Walk up in the crib look pools sitting on the hill now
I just need some niggas with me that will keep it real yeah
Got a lot of pretty bitches I just paid their bills now
Money make me feel good but does she make me feel good
Known for gettin’ that guala out in europe while we’re still hood
Known to pop a bottle on a motherf*cker like I’m on my last damn dollar

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch
I ain’t talking about some real money shit
I ain’t talking nothin’ but big money shit
I ain’t talking nothin’ but big money bitch

What A Time To Be Alive Lyrics

Drake Big Rings lyrics

Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

Man what a time to be alive
You and yours vs. me and mine
Are we talkin’ teams? Are we talkin’ teams?
Oh you switchin’ sides? Wanna come with me?
Look at the smile on me, look at the owl on me
I do not chase girls, but they run a mile for me
Say she gon’ ride for me, I’ll buy the tires for you
This game is different, you only get one shot when niggas gon’ foul on you
Man fuck ’em all, man we want it all
Don’t get too involved, we gon’ knock you off
And to top it off, I’m with all the dogs
It’s a new season and we still breathin’

And I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

Man what a time, to be alive
I’m drinkin’ lean, they thought I died
I run with kidnappers, I’m talkin’ ’bout kidnappers
I’m talkin’ ’bout murderin’ niggas, I’m talkin’ ’bout carjackers
You just a battle rapper, I’m an official trapper
Niggas be droppin’ subliminals, they’re just some jibber jabber
We take a Mellow Yellow then fill it with red forever-ever
These niggas is jealous, jealous, these niggas is scared, they tellin’-tellin’
I got a check up on everything, I bought some ice when the feds came
I bought that new Celine, I got some rings, I got racks like Serena
All of my rings Aquafina, my bitch Aquafina
Pluto and Jupiter, I go to Venus
Fresh out the store but I’m not out the cleaners
Who keepin’ score cause these niggas, they losin’

Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team
Cause I got a really big team
And they need some really big rings
They need some really nice things
Better be comin’ with no strings
Better be comin’ with no strings
We need some really nice things
We need some really big rings
I got a really big team

What A Time To Be Alive Lyrics

Drake Digital Dash lyrics

[Intro: Future]
My dope in the bushes
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Future]
I did the digital dash
I fuck your bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama
Out on the street like the mama
You rats will never be honorable
They know I’mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first

[Verse 1: Future]
These bitches be naggin the kid
They get on my motherfucking nerves
I showed her my racks and they let me
I’m smokin’ that pack on muddy
Taliban on these hoes
Give a Xan to these hoes
Gotta plan with they nose
I sleep on the beach off the avenue
I came to your city with revenue
I put in work it was evident
I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce
Come back on your bitch in a 6-trey
Chevy, Mercedes I keep em’ comin’
Fuck all these bitches I keep em’ comin’
I pull up right now I’m parallel
I hit your block with them swangers
My niggas ain’t nothin’ but some bangers
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
You don’t come around here cause its dangerous
I be hangin’ around here and I’m famous
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger
Hit her sideways when I banged her
In the driveway on a perc
I was sideways on a perc
Had a stick on me, thats a first
Got your bitch on me gettin’ murked
I post up and thats confident
I boast up in a drop 6
Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit
I’m a dope boy with that cock trip
I came in the game I had crack on me
Got big with my bag with some Act on me
I’m single and shit and she lash on me
I told em’ I’m back on my bachelor
I get focused on millions and everything
I just took me a trip out to Africa
See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it
I see how they countin’ this out
Bet they ain’t never gonna do it again
You see why these niggas be hatin’, ignorin, I’m goin’ right in
I was born to get this money in this life of sin
I bought up before they got my dog on murder again
See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini
When you say you love a nigga do you really mean it
When I was sleepin’ on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me
I pour the Actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons

[Hook: Future]
I did the digital dash
I fuck the bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama
You rats will never be honorable
They know I’mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first

[Verse 2: Drake]
These bitches be nagging the kid
Fuck it, it is what it is, if you get hit you get hit
I don’t forget or forgive
Told myself never again, I don’t let nobody in
Super just showed out again
And we just keep servin’ and servin’ again
And again and again and again
I move the game up, I’m reckless
I’m Harlem shaking through the pressure
I might put Diddy on my next shit
I might could fit you in on a Wednesday
I’m not here for no pretend shit
Just walked in with a girl that’s making triple what I’m making, what an entrance
That’s when you know its a body
Zone 6, they know it’s a body
Kirkwood, they know it’s a body
Lil Mexico know it’s a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out it’s a problem
I might take Quentin to Follies
You hate your life, just be honest
I got the digital dash
She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last
But she too embarrassed to ask
I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas
You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past
Esco and Boomin they got it on smash
And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I

[Hook: Future]
I did the digital dash
I fuck the bitch on the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama

PARTYNEXTDOOR Ft. Drake – Recognize Lyrics

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[Intro: PND]
Gotta get real again, gotta get real again

[Hook: PND] (x2)
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I want you
I want you, to turn up on me
Recognize when I see you
Better recognize when i see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, new
Even look like Lauryn Lauryn too
I be tripping with this money, ay
Hit the strip check my money lay
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you my nigga
Ain’t tripping off of any of your niggas
I only care about you, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain’t give a shit about shit, nigga
Oh girl

[Verse 1: PND]
Girl you must be doing magic
Girl you must be doing magic
Turned fucking you into a habit
I could do a lot of things any other man
Won’t do for you, I do for you
When I hit you at Chicago real late
Cause in the city you straight
Then cut you like his cake
I got that feeling for you that feeling that you crave
Each time I do it for you, I make that bad pussy behave
Now pop it, the bottle, the top is so open
The budget I’m Party so fuck it
The concierge just told me my baby looking like LeToya Luckett
Let my money get older and older and older like Regis
And she will not fuck with no broke niggas, no, nigga, only the richest

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah shout out girls from the east who know what’s good with me
Shout the one’s from the west know what’s good with PND
Stories of you and your girls is all I hear
Who do you fuck in the city when I’m not there?
(I owe you time) let’s plan something out when I come back from Europe
Swear I’m withholdin’ my urges until you get this one-on-one time shit like your name Katie Couric
I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes, I’m glad you reminded me baby
All of these things slip my mind it’s been crazy
Bite on your shoulder I know that’s your favorite
Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago
You a freak and your cover’s blown
How you told me innocent and I told you I never know
Fuck it girl, I’m ‘bout whatever though
Yeah I guess a nigga just believe in you
And that’s cool for you
Could name a lot of things any other man won’t do for you
I’ll do it for you, that’s real

[Hook]

Drake – Wu-Tang Forever Lyrics

[Hook]
I just love when I’m with you, yeah, this shit is on ten
We used to be friends, girl, and even back then
You would look at me with no hesitation and you’d tell me baby, it’s yours
Nobody else’s, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it’s yours
Nobody else’s, yeah, this shit belong to nobody in that
Well, made me think about the game, girl
And how I switched it up with a new thang
Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang
And nowadays when I ask about who got it, they say it’s yours
Nobody else’s, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it’s yours
Nobody else’s, yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it’s yours
It’s yours, that’s for sure

[Bridge]
How you feel about, coming home with a, nigga for the night?
If you nervous, hit the lights, I know we only fucking out of spite
Cause your man don’t do you right, do you right, I could fuck you so good
Then I hit you with the 9 a.m. in Dallas who you like, baby, who you like

[Verse 1]
Machine gun raps for all my niggas in the back
Stadium packed, just glad to see the city on the map
I just gave the city life, it ain’t about who did it first
It’s about who did it right, niggas looking like “Preach”
Open cases on me for a half a million each
I find peace knowing that it’s harder in the streets
I know, luckily I didn’t have to grow there
I would only go there cause there’s niggas that I know there
I don’t know what’s getting into me
I just like the rush when you see your enemy somewhere in the club
And you realize he just not in a position to reciprocate your energy
You ain’t ever worried cause he’s not who he pretends to be
People like Mazin who was a best friend to me
Start to become a distant memory
Things change in that life and this life started lacking synergy
And fucking with me mentally, I think it’s meant to be
Paranoid, always rolling with my motherfuckin’ boys
But you gotta understand when it’s yours
They don’t really leave your ass with a motherfuckin’ choice

[Hook]

Drake – Worst Behavior Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Worst
Mufucka never loved us
Fucking never loved her
You ain’t know, now you know now
Still at it, scrub J’s with a toothbrush
Shit, niggas still playin’ my old shit
But your shit is like the police asking us questions
Nigga we don’t know shit
Flexin’, nigga I’m just flexin’
Nigga never loved us
Do it look like we stressin’?
Look at you, look at you, and look at you
I’m glad that they chose us
Cause man it’s a mission, tryna fight to the finish
Just to see ‘em all finish

 

[Hook]
On my worst behavior, no?
They used to never want to hear us, remember?
Mufucka never loved us, remember?
Mufucka, remember?
Mufucka never loved us
I’m on my worst behavior
Don’t you ever get it fucked up
Mufuckas never loved us
Man, mufuckas never loved us
Worst behavior
Mufuckas never loved us
Fucka never loved us
Worst behavior

[Verse 2]
Hold up, hold my phone
Mufuckas never loved us
Fucka never loved us
Now you want to roll one
Mufucka never loved us
So everywhere we go now, full cup
Always hated the boy, but now the boy is the man
Mufucka, I done grown up
You know me, you know me
I’m liable to do anything when it comes to that you owe me
You owe me, you owe me
Bitch you better have my money when I come for that shit like O.D.B.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Who’s hot, who not
Tell me who rock, who sell out in stores
You tell me who flop, who copped the new drop
Whose jewels got rocks, who else makin’ rap albums
Doing numbers like it’s pop? Same old pimp
Drake you know ain’t nothing changed with these funny style niggas
We done put on in the game
I just ask for some blessings at my grandmother’s grave
And it’s back to L.A. open the mail, starin’ at the check
Enough to make you throw up, man it’s gross what I net
I’m with my whole set, tennis matches at the crib
I swear I could beat Serena when she playin’ with her left
Oh, where I reside it look like a resort inside
Nigga, where your shit from? I imported mine
Bar mitzvah money like my last name Mordecai
Fuck you bitch, I’m more than high
My momma probably hear that and be mortified
This ain’t the son you raised who used to take the Acura
5 a.m. then go and shoot Degrassi up on Morningside
For all the stuntin’, I’ll forever be immortalized
Yeah, back and forth across the border line
Hate to leave the city, but I’ve got to do the overtime
Gone all the time, even the important times
I should let you know ahead I’m comin’ back on my worst behavior

[Outro]
Remember?
Remember?
Mufucka
Remember?
Hold up, hold my phone, they used to never want to hear us
Remember?
Mufucka never loved us
Remember?
Mufucka
Remember?
Worst behavior

Drake – Tuscan Leather Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Comin’ off the last record, I’m gettin’ 20 million off the record
Just to off these records, nigga that’s a record
I’m livin’ like I’m out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothin’ for the radio, but they’ll still play it though
Cause it’s that new Drizzy Drake, that’s just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga, rap like this for all of my borough niggas
I reached the point where don’t shit matter to me, nigga
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn’t reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
I could go a hour on this beat, nigga
I’m just as famous as my mentor
But that’s still the boss, don’t get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn’t meant for
Cause you don’t really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
Here’s a reason for niggas that’s hatin’ without one
That always let they mouth run
Bench players talkin’ like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I don’t have to tell ‘em that I’m rich
Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup

[Verse 2]
Sittin’ Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money nothin’ you could tell me
Paperwork takin’ too long, maybe they don’t understand me
I’ll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkin’ to Nicki, communication is breakin’
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
I’m honest, I make mistakes, I’d be the second to admit it
Think that’s why I need her in my life, to check me when I’m trippin’
On a mission tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissin’, I got some things that’ll hit the culprit
Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin’
All of the talkin’, got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what you think, I’m too busy, that’s why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like aye B, I got your CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters together and get to talkin’ reckless
Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life’s a completed checklist
I’m tired of hearin’ ’bout who you checkin’ for now
Just give it time, we’ll see who’s still around a decade from now
That’s real

[Verse 3]
How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?
Lately I’ve been feelin’ like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I’m just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna
The fresh prince just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
All these 90?s fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if you’re fine
That’s just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you, “Accept yourself”
You don’t have to prove shit to no one except yourself
And if you end up needin’ some extra help, then I could help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?
How this nigga workin’ like he got a fuckin’ twin though?
Life is soundin’ crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese
And I wouldn’t change a thing if you paid me, now real nigga wassup
How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?

[Outro]
If there’s hell below. I’ll see you when you get there. Are you enjoying yourselves? If we may we’d just like to close off with something a bit inspirational. Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years. It don’t mean that we can’t have a good life. So we’d like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought.

Drake – Too Much Lyrics

[Hook: Sampha]
Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There’s no need for us to rush it through
Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you

[Verse 1: Drake]
Done saying, I’m done playing
Last time was on the outro
Stuck in the house, need to get out more
I’ve been stacking up like I’m fundraising
Most people in my position get complacent
Wanna come places with star girls, end up on them front pages
I’m quiet with it, I just ride with it
Moment I stop having fun with it, I’ll be done with it
I’m the only one that’s putting shots up
And like a potluck, you need to come with it
Don’t run from it, like H-Town in the summertime, I keep it 100
Met a lot of girls in my times there, word to Paul Wall, not one fronted
I was birthed there in my first year, man I know that place like I come from it
Backstage at Warehouse in ’09 like “Is Bun coming?
Fuck that, is anyone coming ‘fore I show up there and there’s no one there?”
These days, I could probably pack it for like twenty nights if I go in there
Back rub from my main thing, I’ve been stressed out
Talking to her like back then they didn’t want me, I’m blessed now
Talking to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed out
She tell me, “Take a deep breath, you’re too worried about being the best out”

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods
Money got my whole family going backwards
No dinners, no holidays, no nothing
There’s issues at hand that we’re not discussing
I did not sign up for this
My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list
And now he’s acting like, oh, well, this is life, I guess, “Nah, fuck that shit
Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit”
Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, that’s when they appear
Guess since my text message didn’t resonate, I’ll just say it here
Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself
That she’s too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like that’s true shit
All my family from the M-Town that I’ve been ’round, started treating me like I’m “him” now
Like we don’t know each other, we ain’t grow together, we just friends now
Shit got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up or put the pen down
Writing to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we’ve been down

[Hook 2X]

[Outro: Sampha]
Don’t give up, on your hopes
And you tell me something’s gone wrong
Wholehearted, wholehearted, you care, you care
Cause I’m such a dreamer, a believer in a sense
Well if it’s all a dream
Then I’m on fire, feels like, I’m on fire
Tell me when I’m lying, tell me when I’m trying

Drake – The Language Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t know why they been lying but your shit is not that inspiring
Bank account statements just look like I’m ready for early retirement
Fuck any nigga that’s talkin’ that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it’s already platinum
I am the kid with the motor mouth
I am the one you should worry about
I don’t know who you’re referring to, who is this nigga you heard about?
Someone just talking that bullshit, man someone just gave you the run-around
Niggas downplaying the money but that’s what you do when the money down
I don’t waste time putting money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour
And you gotta fly in first class
This has been years in the making, it’s all for the city
They know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
I’m always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna
You know it

[Hook]
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck
I said “Girl, that’s all that we do”
Okay, now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck
I said “Girl, that’s all that we do”

[Verse 2]
I’m about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one’s invited
I got to kill off the weak shit that’s got all you niggas excited
I can’t even listen, you whylin’, I’d much rather sit here in silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do
People are funny you don’t even know about the shit that I been through
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Talking that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days
And she way too attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country
And then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can’t even drive with the top off
Been workin’ so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna
You know it

[Hook]

[Outro: Birdman]
Famous and dangerous
You understand me?
Showtime, headlines
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly as jet time
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, swag on head to feet nigga
Stunt nigga…