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Drake – 9Am In Dallas Lyrics

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These are my 1 St. Thomas flows, me, my niggas, and some Madonna hos
That look just like virgins but trust they down to go, yeah
Discussin life and all our common goals
Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll

Look how the champagne diamonds flow
Fine dining, pour another glass when the wine is low

Im in the crib stackin money from here to the ceilin
Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin
These other rappers gettin that inferior feelin
I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin

Take a look at yourself the mirrors revealin
If you aint got it you aint got it, the theory is brilliant

People ask how music is goin, I heard it pays
I just came off makin two million in thirty days
Damn, I guess it does is what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be spendin my money just because

But Weezy Im just out here reppin us
Til I get to shake the hand of the man thats blessing us

Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no one out here would bring their feet up
Until I lose, for now Im the games single leader

I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up
And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up

Who you like, tell me who it is
Imma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list
I should call it a night, but fuck it, I cant resist
This one is for all the niggas from my city tryin to diss

Without a response from me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that feelin there is the shit

I swear, ah, pussy nigga get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced yo ass to let up
Why yo scary ass lookin down? Pick ya head up
No one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous get-up

With nose plugs in now, I can smell a setup
So youre just wastin your time, you only makin me better

Yeah, I try to tell em dont judge me because you heard stuff
Chasin cash, thats my brother from the surf club
Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods

And have girls fall through like coins in a couch
Now we just fuckin all the bitches they warned us about

Scared for the first time everything just clicked
What if I dont really do the numbers they predict?
Considerin the fact that Im the one that they just picked
To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick

But if I really do it dont expect to get a split
Cause this truly is some shit I dont expect for you all to get

Im nervous but Imma kill it cause they about to let the realest team in
Throwin up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen
But still throwin touchdown passes
In tortoise frame glasses hopin that someone catch it

People say that old Drake, we started to miss it
But they need to be a little more specific

Man is this what yall want?
In my best Chris Tucker impression
Duckin your questions, fuck your suggestions
Money gets all of my love and affection

Cars, all black like the cover of Essence
Im allergic to comin in second, but I never sneeze, Y.M.O.E. nigga, yeah

Uh, uh, yeah, thats what yall want?
Octobers Very Own, Young Money, ATF
Thank Me Later in this bitch, whats up?
Free Weezy in this bitch, whats up?
June 15th in this bitch whats up?
Noel, thats it

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