Drake - Miss Me (feat. Lil Wayne) Lyrics

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I said, tell me, whats really goin‘ on
Drizzy back up in this thang, I’m ready
Whats happenin‘?
Gone for surgery but now I’m back again
I’m bout my paper like a mu’fuckiin‘ scratch n‘ win
World series attitude, champagne bottle life
Nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night
I will have a model wife
Yo bitch is as hot as ice
Every time you see I look like I hit the lotto twice
„Drake you got ‚em right?“
Yea I got em bun
I love myself cause I swear their life is just not as fun
Neets got the weed, hush got a gun
C-J got my credit cards and a lot of ones
Yea, I’m in the city of the purple sprites
Some one tell Meliah I’m on fire,
She should work tonight
Call up king of diamonds and tell china it’ll be worth the flight
I be at my table stackin‘ dollars till the perfect height
Work somethin‘, twirk something basis
She just tryna make it
So shes right here gettin‘ naked
I don’t judge her I don’t judge her
But I could never love her
Cause to her I’m just a rapper
And since she’ll have met another
That’s why me and lil‘ jazz bout to spazz
Can you keep up?
I’m just feelin‘ sorry for who ever gotta sweep up
Yea, bills every where, trill everything
And drake just stand for „Do Right And Kill Everything“
I love Nicki Minaj
I told her I’d admit it
I hope one day we get married just to say we fuckin‘ did it
And girl I’m fuckin‘ serious
I’m with it if you with it
Cause yo verses turn me on and your pants are mighty fitted
Ugh, damn, I think you caught me in the moment
Like I catch ‚em stealing flows cause I swear I never loaned it
And life ain’t a rehearsal
The camera is always rollin‘
So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin‘
Cause its on

Ooh shit,
Muthafucker God Damn
Kickin‘ bitches out the Condo like Pam
Getting money everyday I’m a ground hog
Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball
I walk light so I don’t piss the ground off
Man I swear my bitches do it till they suck the brown off
Eww, that’s nasty
Yes I am Weezy but I ain’t asthmatic
James Bond cologne, honey I put on
Make ‚em run and tell there friends like a marathon
Voice baritone, haters carry on
Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes
Young Money’s Jerry Sloan
I turn every stone
When she masturbate to me, that’s how she learn every song
To women I condone better write me when I’m gone
No I’m not that thuggish not that ruggish but I do pack Bone
Uh, I’m a love machine
And I won’t work for nobody but you
It’s only me and her because the Bugatti a coupe
Its blood gang slime but I party with Snoop
I ain’t lying I shoot
You don’t need science to proof
Turn you to a vegetable like you living in soup
And when I’m in the booth, bitch the lion is loose
Man I got so many styles I am a group
Damn, I’ll be gone till November
Fuck it I ain’t trippin‘, I know Drizzy gon‘ kill em‘
I’m sticking to the script like lint on denim
Momma say it if the rules ain’t bent don’t bend em‘
Real nigga talking
Shut the fuck up hoe
Gotta do it one time for Haiti, what up Zoe
Weezy F Baby and the F is for Front door
Cause that’s where I bring it,
So woo if you bang it, mothafucka

Yea girls its on,
You know what it is when I finally make it home
I just hope you miss me a little when I’m gone
Yeah I just hope you miss me a little when I’m gone
And you just tell me what you down for
Anything you down for
I know things have changed
Know I used to be around more
But you should miss a little when I’m gone
I just hope you miss me a little when I’m gone

Songwriter: MATTHEW SAMUELS, DAVE RICHARDSON, DOUG EDWARDS, DWAYNE CARTER, AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM, NOAH SHEBIB
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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