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Drake Lyrics/ Uptown

[Lil Wayne – Intro]



[Drake – Verse 1ne]

Uh… hardly home but always reppin…

You hardly on and always second…

When I’m awake, you always restin…

And when they call you the answer, you are hardly ques-tion

I, I’m doin classic Shyte in all my sessions

Other n*ggas’ situations, they are all depressin

That’s why I never follow y’all suggestions

I just always did my own thang

Now I run the game, you stupid mutha-suckas

I see all these money through my +Ohio State Buckeyes+

Shyte been goin good, but good can turn to better

‘Cause you the type to lose ‘er, and I’m about to get ‘er….

[Chorus: Drake]

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You can run and tell your friends that I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

Best believe I understand it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You can run and tell my city I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, c’mon

You can run and tell my city it’s on

[Drake – Verse 2wo]

Yeah… wrong way down a one-way

Women don’t get saved ’round me, even on a Sunday

D*mn, where I get it from? These n*ggas always wonder who

Then they meet my pop and tell ’em, “Drake is just a younger you”

And shawty wanna party, so don’t let yo’ girl up out the house

or there’ll be shots on TMZ of me givin her mouth-to-mouth..

Now she’s famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her

I drive two black cars, I named ’em Malcolm X and Martin Luther

I don’t ever play, but I’m in the game la-dy

They just lose to +love+, those are tennis games, lady

Have you countin money, goin duffle bag crazy

Sippin on Pink Floyd and puffin Wayne Braaaa-dy

Damn, +Whose Line is it Anyways?+

I’m in the daze, you been amazed

Y’all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage

I’m on fire, yup I’ve been a blaze

I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice

and yo’ frame, makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright

Guess I might, know what? Fawk it, yes I will

I am more than what you bargained for and nothin less than real

Put it to ya life


[Bun B – Verse 3hree]

Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dop-est

Whether the streets or on the mic, I’m dope and yes I’m foc-used

The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it’s

time to shake these haters off like the skin of a lo-cust

or maybe like a py-thon, that’s the type o’ Isht I’m, on

I wrote this on my i-Phone, so let me drop this i-Bomb

I, palm the game like it’s a Spalding ball and take, flight

from the free-throw line and slam it down like I’m the great Mike

Bun n’ Wayne n’ Drake in here, manye this gon’ be a great night

Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white

Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break, right

Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman’s Late Night

This that major moment you’ve been waitin on for too, long

The best that ever did it and doin it on a new, song

UGK and Young, Mone,y too strong

Bound to be in the green like a crou-ton, so what the Fawk is YOU, on?


[Lil Wayne – Verse 4our]


I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy

I own the swagga supermarket and you – you just a bag boy

’cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never have boy

Hate and I will leave ya chest the color of my flag, boy

Su-woo Itchbay, I do this Shyte

I’ll erase you like I drew you, Beyotch

And I keep that toasta, you can come and be my strudel, BIIIIIITCH~!

I’m so Uptown!

and mutha-FawkA if you ain’t, don’t +GO+ Uptown, yeaaaah-AHH!!

And now I’m on dat rock Shyte

But why they let me in? I’ma start shootin in a moshpit

Haha! Fawk is you talkin bout?!

weezy in ya mouth now, Weezy whatchu talkin booooooooooouuuuut

Young Mula, bayy-BAAAAAAAAAAAY~!


[Lil Wayne – Outro]