Told Myself Never Again I Won t Let Nobody in Lyrics
Digital Dash
Future, Drake
- Year:
- 2015
- 401Views
- Playlists:
- #3
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My dope in the bushes My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it My bowwow practiced looking My bitch skillful looking My bitch expert looking My dope in the bushes, I know how to cook it Yeah, yep, yeah I did the digital dash I f*ck your bowwow in the passenger I give the junky a boom I send that dope to your momma though Out in the streets like thermometers You rats volition never be honorable They know I'mma child of my word A hustler the commencement to the showtime These bitches be naggin the kid They get on my motherfucking nerves I showed her my racks and they beloved me I'm smokin' that pack on muddy Taliban on these hoes Give a Xan to these hoes Got em playing with they nose I sleep on the embankment off the avenue I came to your city with revenue I put in work it was axiomatic I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce Come up back on your bitch in a six trey Chevy, Mercedes I keep 'em comin' F*ck all these bitches I keep em' comin' I pull up right at present I'g parallel I hitting your cake with them swangers My niggas own't nothin' but some bangers I sit down in the trap with the gangsters You don't come around here 'crusade it'south dangerous I be hangin' around here and I'one thousand famous Gotta keep the trigger past my finger Hit her sideways when I banged her In the driveway on a perc I was sideways on a perc Had a stick on me, that's a offset Got your bowwow on me gettin' murked I post up and that'south confident I boast up in a drib 6 Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit I'thou a dope boy with that cock trip I came in the game I had scissure on me Got large with my bag with some Act on me I'g single and shit and she lash on me I told em' I'm back on my bachelor I get focused on millions and everything I just took me a trip out to Africa See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it I see how they countin' this out Bet they ain't never gonna do it again Y'all come across why these niggas exist hatin', ignorin, I'yard goin' right in I was born to get this money in this life of sin I bought upwardly earlier they got my dog on murder again See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini When yous say you love a nigga do y'all actually hateful it When I was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me I pour the Actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons I did the digital dash I f*ck your bowwow in the passenger I give the junky a blast I ship that dope to your momma though Out in the streets similar thermometers Yous rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the commencement to the first These bitches exist nagging the kid F*ck information technology, it is what information technology is if you go hitting you become striking I don't forget or forgive Told myself never once again I don't permit nobody in Super simply showed out again And we just keep servin' and servin' once more and again and again and again I move the game up, I'm reckless I'g Harlem shaking through the pressure I might put Diddy on my next shit I might could fit you in on a Wednesday I'chiliad not here for no pretend shit Just walked in with a daughter that's making triple what I'm making, what an archway That'south when you know it's a body Zone half dozen, they know it'south a trunk Kirkwood, they know it'due south a trunk Lil' United mexican states know information technology'south a body Scooter in here with the zombies Gucci get out it's a problem I might take Quentin to Follies You hate your life, just be honest I got the digital nuance She want a picture with all of my niggas that only fabricated the visual terminal But she likewise embarrassed to ask I got my pes on their neck and my pes on the gas You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past Esco and Boomin they got it on blast And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I I did the digital dash I f*ck the bowwow on the passenger I give the junky a blast I ship that dope to lil' mama though
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Written by: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Aubrey Drake Graham, Joshua Howard Luellen
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