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2Chainz ft. Drake – No Lie Lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils
I take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet, it’s probably one of these dead ass rappers
It’s probably one these pussy ass niggas, don’t try me I’ll pull that trigga
Got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha
That pussy so good I miss you, head game’s so vicious
And all I get is cheese like I’m taking pictures

[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, less I’m with you
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss you
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real niggas say word
You ain’t never told no lie
You ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas say word
You ain’t never told no lie
You ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas say true
You ain’t never told no lie
You ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million fore they die

[Verse 2: Drake]
2 Chainz and Champagne
You want true, that’s true enough
Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew whassup
She think I’m the realest out
And I say damn that makes two of us
Aww that look like what’s her name
Chances are it’s whats her name
Chances are if she was acting up then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy
I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me
Young as an intern, but money like I built the shit
Streets talking they’ll confirm
Go ask them who just killed the shit
Stay keeping my cup full
So I’m extra charged like a state tax
Me and Chainz go way back
We don’t talk shit, we just state facts
Yes, Lord


[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Name a nigga that want some
I’ll out rap his ass, out trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass
Take him out, bring em in, them whole things
2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn’t
Went where they say I couldn’t (tru)
YSL belt buckle, ya’ll niggas sure is looking
Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy

Riz feat. Drake – Waiting Up (Prod. By 40) Lyrics

I know there’s other people that you talk to
But I just hate getting any proof shown to me (shown to me)
I know there’s other places that you could go
But I just really love it if you made it home to me (home to me)

Yeah, young girl, ya love life
Same birthday as Pac, thug Life
Gemini, understand why ya uptight
Cause once you give away the pussy, you’re fucked right?
I wonder if I should call you
But then again you never call me
And I’m just looking at my phone girl
And the last 3 messages are all me
Damn, that’s doing a lot
I mean I’ve always been the type to know when to stop
For real, I want you in the worst way
And I know one day doesn’t mean the first day
Yeah and it ain’t morning but it’s late enough
And I just showered I just shaved, I just straightened up
I’m tired of the games, we done played enough
I hope you’re still coming cause I’m waiting up

All the missed calls got me thinking
Maybe I’m trippin’
But I want you to feel the other side (other side)

Now I’m waiting up (got you waiting)
Now I’m waiting up (ooh, got you waiting)
Now I’m waiting up
Now I’m waiting up, waiting up, up, up…

Voicemail when I call ya phone
I know just how you feel
I know just how you feel, how you feel

Baby when you home alone
I know just how you feel
I know just how you feel
Girl now I’m waiting up


Now it’s you that’s on the other foot
I’m here with my daughter she keeps staring like her mother look
And the hours keeps passing and I thinking ’bout spazzing
Couldn’t even imagine, hood catching up with her passed friend
Saying how wasn’t he asking, a has-been
Has been shady, then she telling her she hate me
And she been would’ve left if it wasn’t for the baby
I know it sound crazy, that wasn’t the plan
You see I’m just a young boy, that’s raising a man
Listen look I’m really sorry for raising my hand
All the false allegations, I’m taking a stand
Damn, damn, how do we get here?
Girl, its feeling like the end isn’t near
You say you don’t care
I just hope its out of anger
Good girl gone bad, I can’t blame ya
Signs read danger (I open my eyes)
Girl, you saying that you pregnant, I’m hoping it’s lies
While they all sound true, it’s sad girl the things that I do
They all affect you
Like they don’t affect me
Girl, I’m mad cause the things you can’t see
It’s what it’s gon’ be
I’m making a change
The best thing we ever had, we take it in vain


The Game Ft Drake & Lifestyle – Come Up Lyrics

[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw ya one up

Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

[Verse 1: Game]
My nigga funeral Fab told be back in ’03
Rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas I’d never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain’t nobody jackin’ me
Before you do, you be layin’ in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, *mwuah*, Lox
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that’s when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And niggas still askin’ ’bout Detox
I’ll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I’m at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife, Floyd might win


[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It’s Hub city’s finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I’m in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sittin’ courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it’s Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin’ champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin’ on the couches, Money Gang, that’s the campaign
B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I’m on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I’m gettin’ head still
In the club, lookin’ past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas


Drake – A Little Favour Lyrics


Diamonds hang around my neck, the crib is all finished
No love for these bitches I said this year it’s all business
It is a shame that a couple of ‘em are off limits
No offence to my nigga, it’s just the industry is small
We all lust for the same women
You know the ones we saw before we came in it
I know he ain’t trippin’
I know I got a couple things that Lil’ Wayne dipped in
Ain’t ashamed to admit it, I be the same with it
This shit is all about hits and misses
The ones that you fuck and the ones that you wife up
Don’t let them fuck your life up
Half a mill to perform, I can’t let them fuck that shit up
Plus I love the way my middle name looks when it’s lit up
Jim Moore got me dressing like a leading man
A little favour for a friend when I need a hand
Young Frank, suits cut right always
Just got a couple Warhol’s for my hallways
New verses crush the hood like I’m driving into something
Bitches on the kid like I’m Iverson of something
Like a Sixer, since I sold 680 in my first
Drizzy Drake, the only one that got the gift without the curse

Drake ft. Rihanna – Take Care Lyrics

[Hook: Rihanna]
I know you’ve been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here’s what I’ll do
I’ll take care of you
I’ve loved and I’ve lost

[Verse 1: Drake]
I’ve asked about you and they told me things
But my mind didn’t change and I still feel the same
What’s a life with no fun? Please, don’t be so ashamed
I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know.. we know
They won’t get you like I will
My only wish is I die real
Cause that truth hurts and those lies heal
And you can’t sleep thinking that he lies still
So you cry still, tears all on the pillowcase
Big girls all get a little taste
Pushing me away so I give her space
Dealing with a heart that I didn’t break
I be there for you, I will care for you
I keep thinking you just don’t know
Tryna run from that, say you done with that
On your face, girl, it just don’t show
When you’re ready, just say you’re ready
When all the baggage just ain’t as heavy
When the party’s over, just don’t forget me
We’ll change the pace and we’ll just go slow
You won’t ever have to worry, you won’t ever have to hide
You’ve seen all my mistakes so look me in my eyes


[Verse 2: Drake]
It’s my birthday, I’ll get high if I want to
Can’t deny that I want you but I’ll lie if I have to
Cause you don’t say you love me to your friends when they ask you
Even though we both know that you do…you do
One time been in love one time
You and all your girls in the club one time
All so convinced that you’re following your heart
Cause your mind don’t control what it does sometimes
We all have our nights, though, don’t be so ashamed
I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know.. we know
You hate being alone well you ain’t the only one
You hate the fact that you bought the dream and they sold you one
You love your friends, but somebody should’ve told you some
To save you.. instead they say:

[Interlude: Gil Scott-Heron]
Don’t tell me, I don’t care
If you hurt, I don’t tell you
You don’t care, if you’re true


Drake – Shots For Me Lyrics

New lyrics to Drake – Shots For Me. Part of Drake’s Take Care album available at Amazon.

Drake – Shot For Me Lyrics

[Drake – Verse 1]
I can see it in your eyes: you’re angry
Regret got shit on what you’re feeling now
Mad cause he ain’t like me
Oh you mad cause nobody ever did it like me
All the care I would take, all the love that we made
Now you’re trying to find somebody to replace what I gave to you
It’s a shame you didn’t keep it: Alicia, Katia
I know that you gon hear this: I’m the man
Yeah I said it! Bitch I’m the man
Don’t you forget it
The way you walk, that’s me
The way you talk, that’s me
The way you’ve got your hair up: did you forget that’s me?
And the voice in your speaker right now: that’s me
And the voice in your ear: that’s me
Can’t you see that I made it? Yeah I made it
First I made you who you are, then I made it
And you’re wasted with your ladies
Yeah I’m the reason why you always getting faded

Take a shot for me, ooooh
Take a shot for me, ooooh
Take a shot for me
A shot for me
A shot for me

[Drake – Verse 2]
Ok look: I’m honest
Girl I can’t lie: I miss you
You and the music were the only things that I commit to
I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you
But you believe in everything but me girl, I don’t get you
She says I know you changed, I never see you
Cause you’re always busy doing things
I really wish she had a different way of viewing things
I think the city that we’re from just kinda ruined things
It’s such a small place: not much to do but talk and listen
The men are jealous and the women all in competition
And now your friends telling you stories that you often misinterpret
And taint all the images of your “Mr. Perfect”
I could tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer
Praying for your happiness, hope that you recover
This is one I know you hated when you heard it
And it’s worse because you know that I deserve it..


Lil Wayne Ft. Drake & T.I. – She Will (Remix) Lyrics

I mean forgive me for being so straightforward but it’s beena minute since I’ve been here
And umm, I mean if you will just take a second to look around man
You know what I’m saying, it’s a bunch of shit
And I know you don’t do this often but I’m the exception
Do it for me huh, pop that p-ssy for a real nigga ma
Lets go

Say bruh, I’m so official outta sight
What’s about me not to like
I put that pipe inside her like my diamonds are her guiding light
I’m dynamite, K-I-N-G P-I-M-P, admire me
A plethora of fan freaks trailing right behind me
Killer shit, turn a clug to a crime scene
Pocket full of money like I run a crime ring
Million dollar chain, everything shining
It’s safe to say I do my thing honey, nah mean
Bunch of young ?, no Chinese
And been stuck together like they siamese
A friendly rub, way to feel her, she say “God leave”
I say I’m tryna touch her hard, close ya eyes, breathe
Now she running from me, but she aint tryna leave
I keep a quarter key of ? thats a nine piece
Legs open curtain closed, rock solid hurting hoes
Buss it open, sure she will, who else is there to do it for

She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake – Chorus x2]

Drake Feat. The Weeknd – The Ride Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
You won’t feel me until everybody
Say they love you, but it’s not love
And your suit is oxblood
And the girl you fucking hates you
And your friends faded off shots of
What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend’s ass keep getting thicker than a plot does
And when you forget it, that’s when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
Or three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions
About all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce
That shit’s right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It’s feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
Intead of getting a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they feel you, nigga

[Hook: The Weeknd]
I’ve been faded too long
I’ve been faded too long
I’ve been faded too long
Why won’t it stop? The ride
Why won’t it stop? The ride

[Verse 2]
You won’t feel me til you want it
So bad you tell yourself you’re in it
And tell the world around you
That your paperwork is finished
And steal your mother’s debit cards
So you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced
Rental cars that ain’t tinted
You need a minute? You got it
You know its real when your
Latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that’s just a way of life
Apartment 1503: some couches and paintings
When you record with 2 others that want the same things
It start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night, you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit, you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga
And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you
They just keep on telling you they feel you, nigga


[Verse 3]
I haven’t been inside Terminal 1 and 3 in so long
I’m driving right up to it now
Make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after summer’s rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it’s got you asking whats good at home
What’s good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas popping M’s and sipping dirty jones
Problem children that all be repping October’s Own
Brand new girl and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah, and she just praying that it heals good
I’m bout to fuck and I’m just praying that it feels good
I really don’t know much but, shit, I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don’t believe it
I mean, sure, there’s some bills and taxes I’m still evading
But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticketholder
Season switching over
I come through them bitches
Still scorching as if I didn’t notice
You niggas getting older, I see no threat in Yoda
I’m out here messing over the lives of these niggas
That couldn’t fuck with my freshman floater (flow ta)
Look at that fucking chip on your nephew’s shoulder
My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it
My juniors and senior will only get meaner
Take care, nigga


Drake – Practice Lyrics

Cash money shit
Cash money shit

I can tell that money’s got you working
We’ve been talking for so long
Now we’re finally here in person
I taste pain and regret in your sweat
You’ve been waiting for me, oh-ho
I can tell that you been practicing
I can tell that you been practicing
All those other men were practice, they were practice
Yeah, for me, for me, for me, for me

Girl you look good won’t you back that ass up
You a fine motherfucker won’t you back that ass up
Call me big daddy won’t you back that ass up
Girl who is you playing with, back that ass up
You working with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Girl you working with some ass yeah, you bad yeah

[Verse 1]
Girl you working with some ass yeah, you bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah, his last yeah
Hoes frown when you passed yeah, they mad yeah
Couple thousand on your bag yeah, fuck yeah
I’m a big timer nigga yeah, money flipper yeah
Get it understood yeah, it’s all good yeah
Girl I know it’s real cause I’ve been around it
You only want whats real you just never found it
Don’t give them no more chances, oh girl they had their turn
Everything for a reason, there’s things you had to learn from them
But when I get you to myself
You know what’s going down, what’s going down


[Verse 2]
I know he messed up
But a let a real nigga make it right
Let a real nigga make it right, you deserve that much
Let me put something in your life
Let me put something in your life, put something in your life
You telling me it’s only been a couple other people that you’ve been with
I’mma trust you I’mma give you the benefit of the doubt, and I’mma love you
You can even call me daddy, give you someone to look up to

All my girls from the 504
You need to drop it right now
Need to drop it right now

After you back it up then stop
After you back it up then stop
Babygirl, after you back it up then stop
After you back it up then stop


Drake – Look What You’ve Done Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s like ’09 in your basement and I’m in love with Nebby
And I still love her but it fell through because I wasn’t ready
And your back hurt, and your neck hurt, and you smoking heavy
And I sit next to you, and I lecture you because those are deadly
And then you ash it and we argue about spending money on bullshit
And you tell me I’m just like my father — my one button, you push it
Now it’s “Fuck you, I hate you, I’ll move out in a heartbeat!”
And I leave out and you call me, you tell me that you sorry
You love me, and I love you, and your heart hurts, mine does too
And it’s just words and they cut deep but it’s our world, it’s just us two
I see painkillers on the kitchen counter, I hate to see it all hurt so bad
But maybe I wouldn’t have worked this hard if you were healthy and it weren’t so bad
Uh, maybe I should walk up the street, and try and get a job at the bank
Cause leave it up to me, J, and Neeks, we’ll probably end up robbing the bank
Then Wayne calls up my phone, conversation wasn’t that long
Gets me a flight to Houston in the morning
Oh it’s my time, yeah, it’s on
He’s thinking of signing me, I come home
We make a mixtape with seventeen songs
And almost get a Grammy off of that thing
They love your son — man, that boy gone
You get the operation you dreamed of
And I finally send you to Rome
I get to make good on my promise
It all worked out, girl, we shoulda known
Cause you deserve it

This shit real, should I pinch you?
After all the things that we been through, I got you
Look what you’ve done, look what you’ve done
Look what you’ve done for me now
You knew that I was gonna be something
When you’re stressed out and you need something, I got you
Look what you’ve done, look what you’ve done

[Verse 2]
It’s like ’06 in your backyard, I’m in love with Jade
And I’m still in love, just when it’s that real is when it doesn’t fade
And my father living in Memphis now, he can’t come this way
Over some minor charges and child support that just wasn’t paid
Damn, boo-hoo, sad story, black American dad story
Know that I’m your sister’s kid but
It still don’t explain the love that you have for me
I remember sneaking in your pool after school dances
Damn your house felt like the Hamptons
For all of my summer romances
I never really had no one like you man this all new, shit
Made the world I knew bigger, changed the way that I viewed it
Had all this fighting going on at the crib
You would calm me down when I lose it
Told you I think I’m done acting, I’m more in touch with the music
You said either way I’ll be a star, I could go so far
Talked to me, you got to me
Then you’d toss the keys and loan me your car
Yeah, just a young kid in a drop top
Lexus hopin’ that I don’t get arrested
Just another kid going through life
So worried that I won’t be accepted
But I could do anything, you said that, and you meant that
You took me places, you spent that, they said no, we went back
Checks bounced but we bounced back
I put all the money in your accounts back
And I thank you, I don’t know where
I’d really be without that, it worked out, man
You deserve it


[Drake’s Grandmother]
Hi Aubrey, I’m here sitting with my son having a little talk
And he knows how to get in touch with you now
To let you know how grateful I am for your help
In keeping me in this, in this comfortable place
All I can say, Aubrey, is I remember the good times we had together
And the times I used to look after you
And I still have wonderful feelings about that
So God bless you, and I hope I’ll see you…