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Drake Lyrics

[Drake]

I’ve been up for four days, gettin money both ways

Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades

Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades

I keep thinkin how young can you die from old age

They always tell me “Nobody’s workin as hard as you”

And even though I laugh it off man it’s probably true

Cause while all of my closest friends out partyin

I’m just here makin all the music that they party to

But party on, party on all night n*gga

I got these new rappers nervous, prom night n*gga

I grow tired of these Fawkin grown man liars

Story tellers, they ain’t even need a campfire

Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth

Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot

This Shyte feel like when Fredro Starr

was in “Sunset Park” stuntin hard in his yellow goose

Yeah, and I’m a muh’fuckin missed target

But a target nonetheless and I just started

Was that directed at moi? Can’t be

They must be talkin to themselves Hov’, hands-free

Yeah, and I’m just fillin up this deadly planner

Gettin busy cause I’m a +Star+, no +Spangled Banner+

Jealous dudes get to talkin in they music

and I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammar

Yeah, that’s what life becomes when you’re doin you

Welcome to Hollywood, don’t let this town ruin you

And if you pillow talkin with the women that are screwin you

Just know that she gon’ tell another n*gga when she through with you

Don’t get impatient when it takes too long

You drink it all, even when it tastes too strong

Yeah, I gotta feel alive even if it kills me

Promise to always give you me, the real me

[Chorus: Drake]

Who, would’ve thought

I’d be caught, in this life

Let’s celebrate, with a toast

And get lost, in tonight

And make it all light up…

Wait until the sun goes down

We gon’ make this Beyotch light up…

Even when the sun goes down I’ma make it go

[Jay-Z]

Ay Guru tell, tell homegirl to open that Ace right there…

Owwww! Hov’ turn they heads like, owwwwls

I’m the man of the, hour

Triple entrendre, don’t even ask me how

Con Edison flow I’m connected to a higher power

Bright lights’ll make your whole city light up

A trillion watt light bulb when I’m in the night club

I just landed in that G-450

Caught the Mayweather fight cause the satellite was crispy

Uh, y’all can miss me with the money talk

The smart money’s on Hov’, Fawk what the dummies talk

Uh, I don’t do too much bloggin

I just run the town, I don’t do too much joggin

Mm, I ain’t got a scar yet

Cause you Fawkin ’round with me and my dawgs is farfetched

Drake, here’s how they gon’ come at you

With silly rap feuds tryin to distract you

In disguise in the form of a favor

The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors

Uh, I done seen it all, done it all

That’s why none of these dum-dums could done him off

The summer’s ours, the winter too

Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do

And to these n*ggaz I’m like, Windows 7

You let ’em tell it they swear, that they invented you

And since no good deed go unpunished

I’m not as cool with n*ggaz as I once was

I once was, cool as the Fonz was

But these bright lights turned me to a monster

Sorry momma I promised it wouldn’t change me

but I would’ve went insane had I remained the same me

Fawk n*ggaz, Beyotches too

All I got is this money, this’ll do

[Chorus]

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