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[Drake
Yeah, I appreciate your patience
It's been a since I done some public speaking
I find nowadays its to keep quiet
But uh
Sometimes you just let it out
Angel and Young Lion
You know it is

Ughh
I'm the of October
I ain't here
I got
Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots
I better when I'm not sober
I Smoke goodie no
I'm a stock
flights back home
No stop
Still spittin' shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my mother shocked over
yeah
They a
I'm the of 7
A migraine, take 2
I'm the one over
I'm the new 11
And if I die
I'ma do it
I do a second
I swear niggaz be me all hard
And lying to their
And drivin' the same
there,
Wishing problems became ours
we have nothing in common
Since I done star
I became bigger
Swervin' right my peer's lanes
Same that used to holler my engineer's name
One
I could make the drapes and the sheers
And me the city
That I without fear
What I set to never extinguish
kid out baby
Word to Inglish
my own money
See the cut fingers
My song is girlfriend's wakin' up ringer

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

[Lil'
And I'll probation
I don't that T.I. and Vick vacation
Private
Big
I'm going to the
To make a big

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

Don't leave me
And I'm a head
to Vince Lambardy
Word to Mark
Leave a snitch
All that like the Red Sea parted
My gun go like its retarded
Red on it like its recordin'
I ain't
I'm Just
My foreign
We are in
A lead they
Better dig in your
And pay
Better cover eyes
face fallin'
Watch the game the side
I'm callin'
No, I say that I'm flawless
But I
Damn sure don't
My pistol got
For your
I'm so
I can vomit on a
K.Y. no
I'm on it
Weezy F.
Newborn
You know what they say 'bout your palm itch
I'm gon' get
Money I'm get
Young Money in your
And we gon'
And get that toilet quick
Like when Bone
right bitch
I'm on my grown shit
That only Marvin Gaye
No ice, chrome shit
And you boyfriend softer than a pit
I scream fuck the
With a dick
I'm me

I'm me
you niggas sweet like the
In I eat
Fireman down your entire street
So fly I'ma take off I leap
Bye.
And you can suck my
on my money
Head Yao Ming
Put your in the oven
If you my things
I'm shufflin' the
to cut my queens

But I ain't the
House full of bitches Tila Tequila

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

Drizzy
What the read?
We magic
Boy-Roy &

[Lil' Wayne
Wooh!
Young Moulah