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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?
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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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