โหลดเพลง mp3 Ignant Shit - Drake

Ignant Shit - Drake (德雷克)/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
Lyrics by：A. Graham/D. Carter/S. Carter/D. Grant/M. Isley/O. Isley/E. Isley/Ronald Isley/Rudolph Isley/C. Jasper
Composed by：A. Graham/D. Carter/S. Carter/D. Grant/M. Isley/O. Isley/E. Isley/Ronald Isley/Rudolph Isley/C. Jasper
Produced by：Just Blaze
Yeah I appreciate your patience tonight
It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking
I find nowadays it's you know best to keep quiet
But I sometimes you just gotta let it out
Young angel and young lion you know what it is
Look I'm the property of october
I ain't drive here I got chauffeured
Bring me champagne flutes rosé and some shots over
I think better when I'm not sober
I smoke goodie no glaucoma I'm a stockholder
Private flights back home no stop over
Still spittin' that s**t that they shot pac over
The s**t my mother look shocked over
Yeah but with a canvas I'm the group of seven
A migraine take two excedrin
I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven
And if I die
I'ma do it reppin' I never do a second
I swear n***as be eyein' me all hard
And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same cars
Sittin' there wishin' their problems became ours
'Cause we have nothin' in common since I done became star
I done became bigger swervin' writin' in my peers' lane
Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's name
One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change
And show me the city that I without fear claim
What I set seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out baby word to chuck english
Count my own money see the paper cut fingers
My song is your girlfriend's waking-up ringer
Or alarm or whatever
She be here at six in the morn' if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
'Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
I always knew that I could figure
How to get these label heads to offer him good figures
And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous
'Cause them hipsters gon' have to get along with them hood n***as
It's all good I'm goin' off like lights when the show's over
Make pasta rent a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker
I'll slow roast ya got no holster
Wet glass on your table n***a no coaster
Burn bread everyday boy no toaster
G and tez got a sig but I'm no smoker
They just handin' chips to me n***a no poker
I'm with it young money cash money soldier
My cup runneth over
The same n***as I ball with I fall with
On some southern drawl s**t
Rookie of the year '06 chris paul s**t
D-r cj and po I see y'all
These cases don't work out I hope we can agree on
Makin' enough to pay any judge judy off
First thing I'ma do is free weezy go
And I'd take probation
I don't want that TI and vick vacation
Private plane pick location
I'm goin' to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah I don't stunt I stunt hard
And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it
But in the meantime you can call me young roy
Jones jr fightin' the drugs and gun charge
S**t don't leave me unguarded
And I'm a cheesehead word to vince lombardi
Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed
All that blood like the red sea parted
My gun go crazy like it's retarded
Red light on it like it's recording
I ain't recordin' I'm just c-4in'
My currency foreign we are in a league they aren't
Better dig in your pocket and pay homage
Better cover your eyes your face fallin'
Watch the game from the side I'm play callin'
No I didn't say that I'm flawless
But I d**n sure don't tarnish
My pistol got comments for your garments
I'm so high I can vomit on a comet
K-y no homo I'm on it
Weezy f baby new born b***h
You know what they say 'bout when your palm itch
I'm gon' get money money I'm gon' get
Young money in your tummy and we gon' s**t
And get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
That's right b***h I'm back on my grown s**t
That audemars piguet no ice just chrome s**t
And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit
I scream f**k the world with a long dick
Motherf**ker I'm me yeah b***h I'm me
You n***as sweet like the p***y in which I eat
Fireman burn down your entire street
So fly I'ma take off when I leap
Bye and you can suck my wings
Stand on my money headbutt yao ming
Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things
I'm shufflin' the cards 'bout to cut my queens
Yeah
But I ain't the dealer
House full of b***hes like tila tequila
Yeah I'm the man in the mirror
My swagger just screamin' motherf**ker do you hear her
Yeah drizzy drake what the lick read
We make magic boy roy and siegfried
Wow young mula baby
Yeah