[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I'm at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel head, 2AM for being HOV
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I'm thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
'Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon' have to break the billi' curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That's truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn't all about calling truce
I'm still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I'm hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about the squad
I don't connect when I'm flying
I'm on a jet and it's mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don't get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F 'round this bitch
The best thing left 'round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph 'round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she'll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain't leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin' she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today
I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
One of them go "boutta bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I'm hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don't lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that's some sick shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It's every man for themselves
It's every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope there's a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That's some sick shit
[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I'm at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel head, 2AM for being HOV
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I'm thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
'Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon' have to break the billi' curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That's truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn't all about calling truce
I'm still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I'm hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about the squad
I don't connect when I'm flying
I'm on a jet and it's mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don't get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F 'round this bitch
The best thing left 'round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph 'round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she'll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain't leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin' she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today
I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
One of them go "boutta bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I'm hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don't lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that's some sick shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It's every man for themselves
It's every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope there's a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That's some sick shit
[Introducción: Drake]
Sí
Dedicación 6, por supuesto
Shoutout Guru por enviarme el ritmo, también
Joven Ángel, Joven León
Más vida, sin morir
Sí
De acuerdo, lo tengo
Sí
[Verso 1: Drake]
Metas del Super Bowl
Estoy en la cuna con Puff, él consiguió Kaepernick en el teléfono
Él en un modo completamente diferente
Angel head, 2AM por ser HOV
Solo para mostrarles cómo trato a la ciudad como mi humilde morada
Ayy, dime si el banco TD está aprobando préstamos
Estoy pensando en pagar a Wayne lo que Universal debe
Mi negro pasa toda la vida yendo platino y oro
Debería poseer la mitad de la etiqueta, perder el control
Alguien consigue a Larry Jackson en el teléfono
Necesito algo de propiedad si presionamos ir
Porque el negocio está en auge en nombre de mí
Necesito un bocado fuera de la manzana como Adán y Eva
Vamos a tener que romper la maldición de billi
Necesito mi papel largo como el verso "A Milli"
O, demasiado tiempo como una sentencia de un juez de Filadelfia
Joder es el punto en toda la carne cuando realmente sangre
Nadie gana cuando la familia pelea, nigga
Todo el mundo tiene que comer, no podemos excluir niggas
Hago la cuna, expandiendo piscinas y expandiendo habitaciones
Añadiendo Hammam Spas con cabinas de bronceado, nigga
Eso es verdad, no hay impulso, negro
Pero esto no se trata solo de llamar a la tregua
Todavía estoy repartiendo insultos
Esa mierda podría ser reintroducida si alguien tiene algo que instar a probar, nigga
Inspirando a la juventud
Fin de Año, luciendo como una escalera real
Espera, todos en el mismo palo
Soy el salón de la fama en el stand, nigga
Mi Karma haciendo las noticias, nigga
Este pudín sabe a prueba, nigga
Si alguna vez veo a Trump, mejor saluda a los niggas
Por mucho que hagamos nigga
De verdad
[Interludio: Lil Wayne]
Sí Sí Sí Sí
Seis mierda
[Verso 2: Lil Wayne]
Me podría importar menos el escuadrón
No me conecto cuando estoy volando
Estoy en un jet y es mío
Solo espero que el clima esté bien
Tomé el avión a Dubai
Tomé el avión a Milán
Tomé el avión a África
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Tu perra sudando mi escuadrón
Por favor, saca el sudor de su ojo
Puse la polla en su espina
Cogí a la perra en su mejor momento
No obtener mi crédito rechazado
Dale todo el crédito a las mamás
Volteé el pájaro hacia el pájaro
Hey, ¿qué hay para cenar? Popeyes
Estas gallinas contrajeron la gripe aviar
Y ellos gorjean, pican también
Siempre cantado, nunca voló
Estos chicos también esconden a las chicas
Si el dinero crece en los árboles, yo trepo y descanso en esa perra
Construye una casa en el árbol y derriba el nido de esa perra
Atascado en mi cuello y mierda
Entonces salgo esa mierda
Y cuando lo hice, saqué el efecto especial de esa mierda
Tunechi F 'alrededor de esta perra
Lo mejor que queda alrededor de esta perra
Todos ustedes niggas algunas perras, me siento como Hef 'alrededor de esta perra
La llamas Stephanie
La llamo Steph 'alrededor de esta perra
Ahora volvamos a azotar al bebé
En algún momento mama mierda
Vengo directo con mi mierda
Vengo correcto con mi mierda
Un cheque en blanco en su cara
Pon cierto respeto en mi mierda
Ramas comenzando a temblar
Aquí vienen las hojas, obtener el rastrillo
Quiero mi pedazo del pastel
Y ella será más dulce que el pastel
Aquí vienen las hojas, obtener el rastrillo
Y no vamos a dejar el rastrillo
Hicimos que los limpiadores escaparan
Aunque di un pitido en tu cara
Estás jugando con el correcto hoy
Tu bandera es blanca hoy
Usándolos apretados hoy
Compruebame una correcta hoy
Estás jugando con fuego hoy
El Ángel y el León son grandes
En mi dios, un rayo golpeando dos veces en este lugar
¿Deberíamos pedir un deseo o deberíamos hacerlo bien en este lugar?
Toda esta maldita carne de res, necesito un poco de arroz en este plato
Hablé con tu esposa hoy, ella sintiendo que no lo decía
Habló con el francotirador, dijo
Él apuntando a pañales hoy
Elige como pimientos, Peter Piper hoy
Así que dile a tu escuadrón que digo "BLAOW" como diría Spice1
Es Mortal Kombat esta noche, es Street Fighter hoy
Soy el comandante Bison, Drizzy se iluminó como Raiden iluminando el lugar
Ves cara azul cientos de años hasta que te pones blanco en la cara
Dios mío, siento que he hecho la vida en este lugar
Pero juro por Dios, tengo dinero haciendo vida en mi caja fuerte
Ponte los guantes como MJ, pasa de OG a OJ
Te hago prestar atención y luego rasgas tu recibo en tu cara
Esto para Cita y Nae
Esto para mi gente y BAE
Tengo tres hijos de un arma
Ellos niggas me mantienen seguro
Sostener
Soy el dios negro de la iglesia
Soy el chico gordo para el postre
Soy el propietario de la primera
Tengo dos petardos, uno de ellos va "boutta boom"
Uno de ellos dice "boutta bing"
Enseñé estas azadas cómo amar
Les enseñé a estos chicos cómo inclinarse
Estoy escondiendo el cielo en su brillo
Los ojos no mienten hasta que los pestañees
Mantenga el hierro para las arrugas
La mansión vino con los rociadores
Quiero la riqueza de Arabia
Tus serpientes ven a hacerme un cinturón
Sí, tu sabes que la vida es una película, tú niggas jugando a ti mismo
Maldición, eso es una mierda enferma
Si, si, si
Quiero la riqueza de Arabia
Tus serpientes ven a hacerme un cinturón
Es cada hombre por sí mismo
Es cada bebé en venta
Y sabes que la vida es una película, te calificas a ti mismo
Solo espero que haya un punto para verte jugar coños con ustedes mismos
Eso es una mierda enferma
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