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letra de drake n' josh - sprite lee

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[intro]
ooh, woah
ayy, slim with the sauce
act right, act right
he ain’t got a bag, bagpipe
act right, act right
based1 got them bands, ho
ayy

[chorus]
all the cash, blue, no green
i’m nice, don’t mean to be rude, but the kid got a lot
yeah, why you want d-ck? you should prolly kick rocks
i was sauced and lit, jet-skied from the yacht
i was sellin’ them b’s, i was sending out shots
she was jerkin’ on my kids, she was strokin’ on my glock
let it fire, let it rip, we gon’ spin the whole block
i was totin’ on the stick, i’m a drake and not josh

[post-chorus]
woah, who finna pop?
he dropped his album but that sh-t gon’ flop
i know we valid, yeah, all we got’s hot
y’all miscellaneous, y’all are some opps
that’s not your bag, i know it’s a prop
that’s not real hundreds, some 20’s you chopped
he think it’s funny until he on fox
she in bikini, yeah, like polka dot
[verse]
woah, i ran up my bag, i had to get to the cash
they goin out sad, i’m in that f type jag
b-tch i’m cold hearted, so i’m covered in chrome heart tags
it’s a heart attack waiting to happen
she arrested in cardiac, sh-t gettin’ bad
yeah i’m already knowin’ they play my sh-t last
they know what’s it bout, they know my sh-t gon’ blast
i pay her rent, and she payin’ face
i put the cartier film on my face
i put the audemars link on my bae
no i can’t hit your blunt, that sh-t might be laced
come and pull up on me, know i ride with the flame
keep it on me, if i don’t, it’s a shame
downshift, hit the gas, switch lanes
raf simons with the rig today

[pre-chorus]
i’m in the booth with them all
n-gga, we ain’t fishin with these raws
i make a b-tch clap, no applause
i got 5 sucking me like it’s they job
they tryna come for me, no you cannot
they wanna join the team but they some opps
i had em’ bouncin’ on me like some sharks
i had to spike the whole team, the whole block
[chorus]
all the cash, blue, no green
i’m nice, don’t mean to be rude, but the kid got a lot
yeah, why you want d-ck? you should prolly kick rocks
i was sauced and lit, jet-skied from the yacht
i was sellin’ them b’s, i was sending out shots
she was jerkin’ on my kids, she was strokin’ on my glock
let it fire, let it rip, we gon’ spin the whole block
i was totin’ on the stick, i’m a drake and not josh

[post-chorus]
woah, who finna pop?
he dropped his album but that sh-t gon’ flop
i know we valid, yeah, all we got’s hot
y’all miscellaneous, y’all are some opps
that’s not your bag, i know it’s a prop
that’s not real hundreds, some 20’s you chopped
he think it’s funny until he on fox
she in bikini, yeah, like polka dot

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