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letra de drive - fat joe

[intro: ty dolla $ign]
ooh yeah (yeah)
dolla $ign
hitmaka!

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
late night i put you in drive (drive)
’cause i don’t see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
late night i put you in drive (drive)
’cause i don’t see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
na-na, na-na, na-na

[verse 1: fat joe]
my pretty woman
with himalayans and bigger chains and boggers in ’em
and we be on yachts that we don’t even post
and she be like “d-mn, daddy you do it most”
’cause we did italy, then the phillippines
beat it, billie jean, gave her bigger d
mami ven aqui, rock and roll like [?]
and when i hit the road them bodies can add up
she callin’ me selfish, i call her the same
[?] just don’t help, b-tter cake and cream
backseat of the rolls, steady [?] in love, tko
beat the box up, she be like “si señor”
i’ve been f-ckin’ on shorty before she got her bags up
you know me, couple [?], a n-gga messed up
colombiana, dripped in designer, dolce gabbana
[?]

[verse 2]
yeah
let me kick you up and down
ride you through the town, you belong to the city, playin’ in the background
old money, new money, makin’ it complete
all that’s missin’ is a tiger ridin’ in my front seat
paid in full, how i drive it off the lot
this my thursday car, friday it’s the cherry drop (skrr)
n-ggas hate a lot, b-tches do too
and everyday’s a vacation sets in cancun
and all i really want in this life of sin
is a hunnid mil’ times ten and somebody to check with you
gotta be a rider though, my n-ggas real protective
we done hit so many b-tches, turned a couple into exes, oh
so maybe on the weekend i might scoop you up
remember when i used to send them uber trucks
next time i’m in the club i might just shoot it up
give you that human touch

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
late night i put you in drive (i keep you in the clutch, drive)
’cause i don’t see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
late night i put you in drive (drive)
’cause i don’t see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
na-na, na-na, na-na

[verse 3: jeremih]
i just wanna feel what you feel, baby
i just wanna feel something real, baby
i done had the snack, i want the meal (meal)
ooh, i wanna do it for the thrill (for the thrill)
pardon my language, your body onto some
first cl-ss seats, across the border stone
now that you bringin’ some to the table
but don’t worry ’bout nothin’, you know it’s paid for (oh yeah)
you know i got it like that, keep you comin’ right back
d-mn it’s like that, yeah, yeah
put you on your back (on your back)
to relax, then i make your legs go shake
can i get a witness? you trippin’ on that n-gga?
that’s none of my business (none of my business)
hey, call me your genie, i grant your wishes

[chorus: ty dolla $ign & jeremih]
late night i put you in drive (drive)
’cause i don’t see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
late night i put you in drive (drive)
’cause i don’t see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
na-na, na-na, na-na

- fat joe

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