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Man of The Year (feat Lil Wayne) – Drake

[Verse 1: Drake]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin’ like the mothafuckin’ man of the year
Think I had the mothafuckin’ plan of the year
Which was simply to make groupie fans of my peers
And I get my girl whatever she desire
And my niggas get whatever they require
These rappers old, I’m the reason they expire
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn!
That punch line was predictable
I still got you shittin’ bricks, homie, quit the bull
And we don’t need new members
To me the clique is full
And I be gettin’ the same women that tip the pool
Believe or not
I receive a lot
So, I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buyin’ the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be rippin’ the same reords that Weezy rock
This shit is easy Pop
That’s why I’m ready, man
I’d never copy Norbit like Eddie, man
Did you get it? Eddie Murphy was in Norbit
Or was it way over your head?
Did you forfeit?
Yeah, I take a woman shopping in a store quick
Her ass big, she just tryin’ to make a four fit
Yeah, they need to issue out a recall
I’m goin’ up and they headin’ into a freefall
The fundamentals are needed, you playin’ streetball
And I was out at BET, but I didn’t see y’all
These skee-low rappers wishing they could be tall
Lettin’ all their fake friends use them like a free stall
Yep!

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin’ like the mothafuckin’ man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
‘Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
No, ain’t no nigga like me
Ya dig?

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[Verse 2: Drake]
I said I know you see me chillin’
Super low key
If I’m with the right niggas, you can scoop a O.Z.
All the hustlers and the bouncers
And the groupies know me
Fresh denim, fresh shades
In a group with no kids
It start up when I touch the door
And I encourage ladies to touch the floor
As soon as we finish cuttin’, we can cut some more
Then after you get high, make ’em, get ’em, girl you finna get low
Lights dimmed down
Got alota dough
Plus a hit sound
What you mean you ain’t heard?
I come highly recommended
Everybody my friend, even if they been offended
They ain’t really got a choice, it’s an obvious decision
You tryna make a come up in my city, it’s a given
Plus a nigga famous
Plus I got a vision
Not to mention havin’ bars like a mothafuckin’ prison
They takin’ too long
Their records on hold
They threatened by my presence
‘Cause I make ’em feel old
Guaranteed if they drop, they braggin’ ’bout what they sold
Just remember where I lived at, 50 thousands goin’ gold
Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known
‘Stead of hatin’ on my music in the comfort of your home
Nigga, be a man
You actin’ like a bitch
I ain’t actin’ like I’m rude
I’m just actin’ like I’m rich, rich
Yeah, uh!
Ridin’ with Weezy Fuckin’ Baby
Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy fuckin’, baby?
‘Cause I don’t waste time, can’t you see a nigga lazy?
And I might need some help
But, you know, Weezy’s fuckin’ crazy

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[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin’ like the mothafuckin’ man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
‘Cause, ain’t no nigga like a young money nigga
No, ain’t no nigga like me
Ya dig?

[Spoken: Lil’ Wayne]
Y.M., bitch!
Everybody!
Two time on Sunday!
Spit ’em!
Check ya blinkers, baby!
Check ya blinkers, baby!
‘Cause, to me, look like you’ve been turning right all day! Yeah!
Right my way! Ha ha!
I got a boulevard, baby!
That’s right!
Cash Avenue!
Wall Street gangsta!
Carter, y’all! Heh heh!
Why would I lie?
Yeah!
I ain’t rich, bitch, I’m wealthy!
Young! I talk shit ’til I die!
Come kill me, nigga!
Fuck you!
No homo!
She like it! Heh ha ha!
Yeah!
Boy, these mothafuckin’ glasses I got on right now, are so mothafuckin’ cold!

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]
I’m feelin’ like…
Damn!
I done walked in here
Straight up lookin’ like the mothafuckin’ man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
‘Cause, ain’t no nigga
Ain’t no nigga
Ain’t no nigga like a young money nigga

Damn!
I done walked in here
Lookin’ like the mothafuckin’ man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right

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KMT (Feat. Giggs) – Drake

Lirik lagu: KMT (Feat. Giggs)

[Drake:]
(Ness on the beat)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay

B Man just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance (yeah)
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin’ a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doin’ ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in ’cause of me
You don’t know nothin’ ’bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease (grease!)
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothin’ is sweet (yeah)
Dust a man down with the pen, it’s a sweep (Mmmm!)
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I’m kissin’ my teeth
(Jheeze)

[Giggs:]
Bringin’ that dirty, dirty, bringin’ that certy
Nizzy with the quick extension, ringin’ off thirty
I’ve got bitches and they’re murky, swervin’, lookin’ all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin’ all turkey
Spend jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchy
Fingers all itchin’, twitchin’, lookin’ all jerky
Whippin’ that white girl, cookin’ that Cersei
I’m just pushin’ that dark shit, pushin’ that charcoal
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Could’ve just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, da-na-na-da-na

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City Is Mine – Drake

[Verse 1]
This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to Skippin’
Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin’
Chasin’ fat stacks, runnin’ down grands and submission
I don’t back track, every single sound for me different
I don’t own no ice, just got clean rap
Don’t ever two step, I just rock, lean, snap
We could take it out to Houston where the rides all glossed up
Anybody I’m standin’ beside’s all bossed up
Burgular a miner they say I’m servin’ them rhymers
And me and Nickel F. go together like burgers and diners, yes
I’m like a waiter and you something like a hater
With trays in both hands, place an order I can cater uh
I got the diamonds in my teeth flow
Memphis is the reason that my rhyming and my speech slow
Peep though, when I get fed up, it’s sped up
Riding through the streets, just reclining in my seat hoe
Uh, them city lights is looking brighter, its 3 a.m. in the morning An’ the pen is like a lighter
I’m just a writer flaming pages of a notebook, my Rachel McAdams get At ’em when I ignite her
Yup, soon as a couple plan a trip, you smell gasoline I’m burning All up and down the strip, strip
I done said it, I give you the unleaded, just tip me, if your tank Is empty come get me

[Chorus]
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that’s me
You know how the story goes
Pull up, Range Rove, yo’ chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make ’em wanna
Shake it shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop It
Girl, move that thang like you gettin’ money for college, go!
Shake it shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop It
Girl, move that thang like you gettin’ money for college after that

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Break it down, break it break it down (After that)
Break it down, break it break it down (After that)
Break it down, break it break it down (After that)
Break it down, break it break it down
Break it down

[Verse 2]
Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard
Mama, get it how you live, that thang that you working is power
Tryna be generous, so honey here’s a tip
Now-a-days it’s gettin’ cheaper to put 20’s on the whip
So if you a opportunist look for 20’s in the clip
And if you find ’em attractive and funny, that’s when you dip, dip
And it’s a trip, my city broke into sections
Up North I got me a couple of troubles, couple connections
And it’s nothing that I created on purpose, there’s people that Gotta problem
But they scared to let it surface, uh
Ya boy say this, that, and the third to ’em
See me out and they never utter a word to ’em
Expect me not to draw a card from the deck
Anybody in my city going hard I respect but,
You gotta debt and you choose not to pay that
I’ma hop ya fence, come into your yard and collect, ‘lect uh
It ain’t a problem of concern bruh, I always end up with exactly What I earn bruh
This ain’t last year, money like a cashier, so hand your receipt if You tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don’t get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence as soon as anybody stepping out of line, Line
And I got way too much love, for the city I can never get too much of
And if anybody hatin’ on me, I deport ’em, the city is mine boy

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[Chorus]
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that’s me
You know how the story goes
Pull up, Range Rove, yo’ chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make ’em wanna
Shake it shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop It
Girl, move that thang like you gettin’ money for college, go!
Shake it shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop It
Girl, move that thang like you gettin’ money for college, after that

Break it down, break it break it down (After that)
Break it down, break it break it down (After that)
Break it down, break it break it down (After that)
Break it down, break it break it down
Break it down

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From Time (Feat. Jhene Aiko) – Drake

Lirik lagu: From Time (Feat. Jhene Aiko)

[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
What’s up? Been a minute since we kicked it
You’ve been caught up with them bitches
I don’t get it, you’re a star love
You shouldn’t have to deal with that
I’ll never make you feel like that

[Hook – Jhene Aiko:]
Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That’s why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us
So what are you, what are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love

[Verse 1: Drake]
I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you’re submissive
Passive aggressive when we’re texting, I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping
I like when money makes a difference but don’t make you different
Started realizing a couple places I can take it
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation
And influence a generation that’s lacking in patience
I’ve been dealing with my dad, speaking a lack of patience
Just me and my old man getting back to basics
We’ve been talking ’bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga’s amazing
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I’m in your zone
Looking like you came from the 70’s on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?
Y’all don’t even know what you want from love anymore
I search for something I’m missing and disappear when I’m bored
But girl, what qualities was I looking for before?
Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, hah?

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[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Thinkin’ about Texas back when Porsche used to work at Treasures
Or further back then that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma’s debit
A weak attempt at flexing, I’ll never forget it
Cause that night I played her three songs
Then we talked about something we disagreed on
Then she started telling me how I’ll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off
Now it’s therapeutic blowing money in a galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy’s where I discovered Bria
Landmarks to the ‘muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without trying to prove it
The one that I needed was Kourtney from Hooters on P Street
I’ve always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what’s the rush on commitment?
Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn’t
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz
Girl I felt we had it all planned out, guess I fucked up the vision
Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I’m living I just hope I’m forgiven
It seems like you don’t want this love anymore
I’m acting out in the open it’s hard for you to ignore
But girl, what qualities was I looking for before?
Who you settling for, who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

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