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Drake - "Ignant Shit"
Lyrics to Ignant Shit : (feat. Lil Wayne) [talking:] Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight Its been a moment since Ive done some public speaking I find now-a-days its just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look, Im the property of october I aint drive here I got chauferred Bring me champagne flutes, Rose an some shots over I think better when Im not sober I smoke good aint no glaucoma Im a stockholder, Private flights back home no stop over Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas Im a group of seven A migraine, take two excedrin Im the one twice over Im the new eleven An if I die Im a do it reppin, I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein me all hard An lyin to they girls an drivin the same cars Sittin there wishin they problems became ours Cause we have nothin in common Since I done became star I done became bigger swervin writin in my peers lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineers name One touch I could make the drapes an the sheers change An show me the city that I without fear claim What I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish Count my own money see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriends wakin up ringer Heh, or alarm, or whatever She be here at six in the morn if I let her But I never get attracted to fans Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam I always knew that I could figga How to get these labels to offer em good figures An me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas Its all good Im goin off like lights when the shows over Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over Rest in peace to heath ledger but Im no joker Ill slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday boy no toaster G and tez got a cig but Im no smoker They jus handin chips to me nigga no poker Im with it, young money, cash money soldier My cup runneth over, The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On some southern drawl shit Rookie of the year, 06 chris paul shit D.r., c.j, an po I see yall These cases dont workout I hope we can agree on Makin enough to pay any judge off First thing Im a do is free weezy, go [Lil Wayne:] An I take probation I dont want that t.I. an vick vacation Private plane, big location Goin to the bank to make a big donation Yeah, ion stunt, I stunt hard An if the food aint on the stove I hunt for it But in the meantime you can call me young roy Jones junior fightin the drugs and gun charge Shit, dont leave me un-guarded And Im a cheese head word to vince lombardi Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red sea parted My gun go crazy like its retarded Red light on it like its recordin I aint recordin Im jus C-4in My currency foreign We are in a league they arent Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin Watch the game from the side Im play callin No I didnt say that Im flawless But I, damn sure dont tarnish My piss dont got comments for ya garments Im so high I can vomit on a comet K-y no homo Im on it Weezy f baby new born bitch You know what they say bout when ya palm itch Im gon get money money Im gon get Young money in ya tummy an we gon shit An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit Thats right bitch Im back on my grown shit That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome shit And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit I scream fuck the world with a long dick Motherfucker Im me, yeah bitch Im me You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat Fireman burn down ya entire street So fly Im a take off when I leap, bye And you can suck my wings Stand on my money headbutt yao ming Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things Im shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens But I aint the dealer House full of bitches like tila tequila Yeah, Im the man in the mirror My swagger jus screamin mothafucker do you hear her Drizzy drake what the lick read We make magic boy roy and sigfried Whoo! young mulah baybee, yeah [ Ignant Shit Lyrics ]
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