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Drake Song Lyrics

[21 savage]

You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy.

(Banbwoi)

Woah...

I got feelings for you

Hope you ain't lovin' the crew

How many bodies you got?

Pray it ain't more than a few

Know that you dealt with some lames

When you was young and in school

He had to pop your cherry

But I got it wet like a pool

She got a new g-wag'

She wanna hit highlight room and show it off

Got a new body, girl, show it off

This a brazilian, I know it's soft

Toned up and she got a six-pack

Look like she used to play volleyball

American express, you can have it all

Code to the safe, you can have it all

Fuck your main page, what's your finsta? I wanna know the real you

You started dancin' to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been through

You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you into

If you out in public and he want your number, just tell him, 'my nigga'll spin you'.

[Drake]

The way you make me feel these days

Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl

Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl

Burn somebody block for you

The way you make me feel these days

Comin' out my body for you, baby girl

Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl

Comin' out my body for you.

Damn, just turned on the news and seen that men who never got pussy in school

Are makin' laws about what women can do

I gotta protect ya, I'm a made man, tied in, all the way, baby

So I gotta respect ya

Niggas put hands on you in the past, insecure because your body is pressure

Four words when I think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty

Eight words when I think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me

Disrespect ya and I'll smack 'em

The texts that you send in captions

The videos we got ever leak, we goin' viral or goin' platinum

Don't worry 'bout your friend's story when I had her alone

She gon' try and put some extras on it, take you out of your zone

You know how it goes when they can't get a reservation up in carbone

They gon' tell you it's a chill night, tell you how they'd rather stay home, yeah

Jealous-ass hoes, yeah

And I know what I said 'bout bein' in vogue

But just like that r&b group from the '90s

Girl, one call, I'll get you in vogue

One call, you in runway shows

One call, I'm sittin' front row

One wrong call from your ex nigga sayin' dumb shit'll get him sent home

One call and my niggas ten toes

Down to go wherever I say go

Even if we gotta travel 'cross the globe

Down to take you to the end of the road, for real.

The way you make me feel these days

Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl

Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl

Burn somebody block for you

The way you make me feel these days

Comin' out my body for you, baby girl

Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl

Comin' out my body for you.

Want ya, I want-want ya

Oh, your lovin' so deep (feelin' so deep)

Want ya, I want-want ya

Give me your lovin' (feelin' so deep)