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Drake( Aubrey Drake Graham )
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Funkmaster Flex Freestyle
Yea, I'm tellin you* I'm tellin you, Uh yea Ohhh... yea, you know yea Young, I got cha, look... I say Young money to the young boy dyin out You hear me cryin out You see me ridin' out And if ya man get to stuntin' We'll buy em' out Cause we be livin' with these other rappers lyin bout Drizzy Drake, what Funk Flex, uhh Hot 9-7, I'm so far gone Yea... I'm just gettin started here we go Look... uhhh Feelin good, feelin great, how you though Bet you hear my name every single place that you go Sippin' on pink shit but nah it ain't Nuvo Slow the F down fo' yo ass is on Pluto... yeaaa Tell me what it do I belong to the youngest Grammy nominated crew My city love me, but I got Toronto haters too That sit around and talk about What they'd a done if they was you... yeaaa But know I ball with a sphere in sight Club owners give me reasons to appear at night And just knoww that I be in the mirror like Are you listenin'? I hope you hearin right... yea I'm in the Ashton martin doin doughnuts I will kill the game and never send it my condolance Taught to never love a chick and only love the moments Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com New York City I can tell the people want it... Uhh, what you got for me flex, uh
Ohh, alright alright alright I gotta get on my gritty You want me on my gritty Alright, look Uh, loook uhhh, New York Uhhh, uhhhh, check I say it like this, I say ummm, uh Vaccum materials and shine wills... What cha life like, this how mine feels I like my seat back, I like my wine chill I look good, smell better, and I rhyme illl... I say I'm at these girls neck n head You and yo girl sleep in seperate beds I killed this, tell flex it's dead... You got birthday cake, mines weddin tall Ya'll lemon small, ya'll never ball I get the girl of ya dreams and I never call NY I got it I'm bout whatever ya'll... Yea 40 hears my interviews, tone it down I'm at ya girls condo gettin shown around Yea why you takin everything personal This that in ya face, all offensive on purpose flow My city never F'n need me Yea, oh wait no they really need me Oh wait, hold up, Young F'n Weezy Holla at me when you done F'n Weezy
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