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DRAKE - MISS ME(Drake)

I said tell me whats really going on

Drizzy back up in this thing

I’m ready, whats happening

Gon for surgery but now I’m back again

I’m bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win

World Series attitude, champagne bottle life ,nothing ever changes

So tonight is like tomorrow night

I will have a model wife ,

Your b-tch is as hot as ice

Every time you see me I look like I hit the lotto twice

(Drake you got em right)

Yeah I got em Bun ,I love myself because I swear their life is just not as fun

Neks got the weed, Hush got a gun

CJ’s got my credit cards and a lot of ones ,yeah,

I’m in the city of the purple sprite

Someone tell Maliah, I’m on fire she should work tonight ,

Call her King of Diamonds and tell China it’d be worth the flight

I’ll be at my table stacking dollar’s to the perfect height

Work something ,twirk something basis ,she just tryna make it

So she right here gettin naked

I don’t judge her, I don’t judge her ,but I could never love her ,cause to her I’m just a rapper ,and soon she’ll have met another ,

Thats why me and lil jazz bout to spaz can you keep up ,

I’m just feeling sorry for whoever got to sweep up ,yeah,

Bills everywhere, trill everything ,and Drake just stand for Do Right And Kill Everything

I love Nicki Minaj ,I told her ,I’d admit it,

I hope one day we get married ,just to say we f-cking did it ,

And girl I’m f-cking serious I’m with it if you with it ,

Cause your verses turn me on, and your pants are mighty fitted , uh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment ,

Like I catch em stealing flows cause I swear I never loaned it,

And Life aint a rehearsal the camera’s always rollin’

So come and get a portion of this money that we be blowin’

Cause it’s on…



(Chorus)

Yeah Girl its on,

You know what it is

When I finally make it home ,

I just hope that you Miss me

A little when I'm gone ,

I just hope that you miss me

A little when I'm gone



And you just tell me what you down for,

Anything you down for,

I know things have changed ,

Since I used to be

Around more, I hope that ya Miss me a little when im gone ,

Hope that

You miss me a little when I'm gone


(Lil Wayne)

Oooh sh*t,


Muthaf*cker God Damn

Kicking bitches out the Condo, like pam

Getting money everyday I’ma ground hog

Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball

I walk light so I don’t piss the ground off

Man I swear my bitches do it till they suck the brown off

Erghhhh, thats nasty

Yes I am Weezy but I aint asthmatic

James Bond cologne, hunny I put on

Make em run and tell there frineds like a marathon

Voice baritone haters carry on

Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes

Young Money’s Jerry Sloan

I turn every stone

When she masturbate to me, that’s how she learn every song

To women I condone better write me when I’m gone

No I’m not that thuggish not that ruggish but I do pack Bone

Uhh, I’m a love machine

And I wont work for nobody but you

It’s only me and her because the Bugatti coupe

Its blood gang Slime but I party with Snoop

I aint lying I shoot

You don’t need signs for proof

Turn you to a vegatable like you lining soup

And when Im in the booth, bitch the lion is loose

Man I got so many styles I am a group

Damn, I’ll be gone till November

F*ck it I aint trippin, I know Drizzy gon’ kill em’

I’m sticking to the script like lint on denim

I’mma say it if the rules aint bent don’t bend em’

Real nigga talking

Check the f*ck up hoe

Gotta do it one time for Haiti, wattup zoe

Weezy F Baby and the F is for Front though

Cause that’s why I bring it,

So if you bang it, mothaf*cka



(Chorus)

Yeah Girl its on,

You know what it is

When I finally make it home ,

I just hope that you Miss me

A little when I'm gone ,

I just hope that you miss me

A little when I'm gone



And you just tell me what you down for,

Anything you down for,

I know things have changed ,

Since I used to be

Around more, I hope that ya Miss me a little when im gone ,

Hope that

You miss me a little when I'm gone

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