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Drake & Future
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We in This Bitch
Okay, You know you been on my mind, A town I miss you When ole' girl would come late and bring all her tips through Break up her weed while I break down my issues Get paper, she blows that The next day, you know that Day dream at night time I think too much Then I hit the nightclub till its daytime and I drink too much Not time for no good girl, they hold on and they cling too much I just want a hood bitch that tell me that I sing too much Ooohh yeah Shout out to the women playing yall position I be moving through my city like a politician Hope you don't judge me cuz me and you are not all that different You made me this way, you made me famous, you all assisted New niggas tryna shine I didn't condone it But I'm back in this bitch, re-living the moment I'm about to have it poppin off again Drama's bout to make it rain on Mary Poppins and her friends We got.
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it We in this bitch, we in this ho I got the .40 on me now, who wants to Plaxico? Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow Snowy car transforming instead of transformer You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman? What about a nine on the gas grill? Four-fifty for the silk, pay my gas bill So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm And this bad bitch with me from another planet Stay on the satellite phone - man, I can't stand it Hey baby girl, hang the phone up No talking with your mouth full - you's a grown-up What the fuck? Who the hell? Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so Excuse me - who is he? I don't do this usually But I'm too fresh to fight - somebody go and get security I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it Water water all around me, damn my diamonds are shinin Money rainin on you bitches future changin the climate All I hang around is millionaires and a bunch of cunts Turn up, turn up, turn up it's like a burnt a bunch of Suns Ahh From Milwake back to Atlanta They put my life style on camera They trippen, no cock and hammers Addicted to making movies I like em, when they booshy Anytime I step out, when I come through, it's a (?) Ain't rapping to ya, I'm really trapping with words And I ain't (?) to ya when I say I'm fly as a bird That girl don't speak no inglo But she know all my lingo She know a robber when she see one and she know a c-note I got a Haitian girl speak creol And a spanish girl from rio We could put them in a room together make a perfect combo They bout that life, im bout that life Yes we is, yes we is The money, bitches and cars come with the life that I live It should of been a designer party, all these designer round me Pick a name, anything, money can buy what? (diamond chain) Diamond ring, Murcielagos, Balenciagas We toasted up to the life, niggas it's ours
I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it You been in more laps than the Indy 500 Conjure's what we drinking, faded til the world end Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box You could hate, you could dis, you could make a wish But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
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