Drake & Chill

Lyrics
[Intro: Drake & Ephraim Ellis] Is that real? You pretended to be my friend You made me do this [Chorus] She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin') She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin') Oh, man, oh, goddamn (Goddamn) Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (Again) She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin') She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (She been playin') Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (Goddamn) But I gotta get this money for real (Damn, damn) [Verse] I don't wanna be the man of your life I just wanna be your man for the night If the pussy good, yeah, I'ma fuck her twice She been cookin' for me, talkin' Mrs. Right She get mad, I don't give a fuck, it's life Too many niggas dying for us to be wastin' time That's just bad timin', girl, you wildin' Always think you know the answer Girl, I swear you Andre Iguodala Know I got the sauce like the restaurants and pasta Put it in her mouth, whoa, whoa, watch your tonsil Yeah, her nigga always getting played like a console Hit it in the morning, in the morning like Alonzo Say a prayer before I hit it, like I hit the lotto Panties on my feet, yeah, that's the only way that I know Gotta be cooler than that nigga Johnny Bravo I never get big-headed like I'm Hey Arnold! Soss [Chorus] She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin') She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin') Oh, man, oh, goddamn (Goddamn) Why I gotta hear this nigga again? (Again) She been playing that Drake at night (She been playin') She been playing Bryson Tiller at night (She been playin') Wish that we can Bryson Tiller and chill (Goddamn) But I gotta get this money for real (Damn, damn)
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- Writers
- Pi’erre Bourne