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[Drake
Yeah, I your patience tonight
It's been a moment since I done public speaking
I find nowadays its best to keep
But uh
you just gotta let it out
Young Angel and Young
You what it is

Ughh
I'm the of October
I ain't drive
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots
I better when I'm not sober
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a holder
Private flights home
No over
Still spittin' that shit that they Pac over
The shit my mother looked shocked
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, take 2
I'm the one twice
I'm the new 11
And if I die
do it reppin'
I never do a
I swear be eyeing me all hard
And to their girls
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing their problems ours
'Cuz we have nothing in
Since I became star
I became bigger
Swervin' right into my lanes
Same dudes that used to holler my name
One
I could the drapes and the sheers change
And me the city
That I without claim
What I set seems to extinguish
kid out baby
Word to Chuck
Count my own
See the cut fingers
My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up

Or alarm or
She be 6 in the morn'
If I let her
But I never get attracted to
a eager beaver
Could be the of a dam
Always knew I could figure
How to get label heads to offer him good figures
And me doing the
Getting everyone
'Cuz them hipsters have to get along with them hood niggaz
all good
I'm going off like lights when the shows'
pasta rent a movie called hoes over
Rest in to Heath Ledger
But I'm no "Joker"
slow roast ya
Got no
Wet glass on table nigga
No
bread everyday boy
No
G & Tez got a cig
But I'm no
They handed chips to me nigga
No
I'm a Young Money Cash Money soldier
My cup over
The same niggaz I with
I with
On some draw shit
of the year
0 6, Chris shit
D.R., CJ & Po
I see
These don't work out
I we can agree on
enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First I'm a do is
Free
Go..

[Lil'
And I'll probation
I don't want that T.I. and Vick
plane
Big
I'm to the bank
To make a big

I don't
I stunt
And if the food ain't on the
I for it
But in the time
You can me Young Roy, Jones Junior
Fightin' the drugs and gun

Don't leave me
And I'm a head
Word to Lambardy
to Marky Mark
Leave a snitch
All that blood like the Red Sea
My gun go crazy like its
Red light on it its recordin'
I recordin'
I'm Just
My foreign
We are in
A they aren't
Better dig in your
And pay
Better cover your
Your fallin'
the game from the side
I'm callin'
No, I say that I'm flawless
But I
Damn sure tarnish
My pistol got
For garments
I'm so
I can vomit on a
K.Y. no
I'm on it
F. baby
Newborn
You know what they say 'bout when your palm
I'm get money
I'm gon' get
Young in your tummy
And we gon'
And get that paper quick
when Bone spit
That's right
I'm back on my grown
That Marvin Gaye know
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I scream the world
a long dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet the pussy
In I eat
Fireman burn down your street
So fly take off when I leap
Bye.
And you can my wings
on my money
Head Yao Ming
Put hand in the oven
If you touch my
I'm shufflin' the
to cut my queens

But I the dealer
House full of like Tila Tequila

I'm the man in the
My swagger just
Motherfucker!
Do you her?

Drizzy
the lick read?
We magic
Boy-Roy &

[Lil' Wayne
Wooh!
Young Moulah