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_drake-you-broke-my-heart.webp "Yeah <br/>Yeah <br/>(Oh, baby, don't go) <br/>(Don't go) <br/>Look <br/>Look <br/>My notepad caught many bodies <br/>Screenshots solved plenty problems <br/>Voice notes bagged plenty hotties <br/>Can't just talk to me like anybody <br/>Can't just talk to me like anybody <br/>Man, you bitches know that I'm a somebody <br/>And lil' baby bad, she got a Jung body <br/>Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah <br/>Bunch of feelings I just couldn't shake <br/>Disrespect that I just shouldn't take <br/>You just couldn't see the good in Drake <br/>Four months not a long time, but you fucked somebody, you just couldn't wait <br/>You broke my heart, you broke my heart <br/>Yeah <br/>(If you just believe) <br/>Yeah <br/>I put careers on shelves like Amazon distribution center help <br/>Really hate to call lil' broski for the dirty work, I'd rather do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah <br/>My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy <br/>Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy <br/>Flow for days like that River Mississippi <br/>Freaky nigga like I sing with Pretty Ricky <br/>Huh? Yeah, yeah <br/>Got the adlibs from Smiggy <br/>Nails done, but my trigger finger itchy <br/>Clutchin' on a blicky, shit is gettin' tricky <br/>People love to diss me <br/>I hear every single thing, man, I'm all ears like I took the fam to Disney <br/>Guess that's one way to tell me that you miss me <br/>Yeah <br/>You broke my heart <br/>I had my doubts about you from the start <br/>Pushed to the edge like Vert <br/>On Instagram, diggin' up dirt <br/>You wanted smoke with me first <br/>Well, this one gon'- <br/>Yeah, this one gon' hurt <br/>Down bad boys, sad boys, I been representin' since birth <br/>Yeah, I was down bad 'bout you, but I'm 'bout to have you down worse <br/>I swear you're dead to me, does Mercedes make a hearse? <br/>Matter fact, everybody in this bitch scream out, \")
_bonnie-mckee-hot-city-oficial-audio.webp "Letras <br/>I wanna waste a little time with you <br/>I got no money, got no mind to lose <br/>Wanna go where the tears that you cry <br/>Are shine, shinin' so pretty <br/>A fallen angel in a Chevrolet <br/>I'm on your lap, what would my daddy say? <br/>He don't know where we go, where we go <br/>So let's go to Hot City <br/>When you're close to me <br/>Boy, you make my temperature rise (Hee) <br/>Wanna feel that heat <br/>Won't you take me to paradise? <br/>Come on, let's go to Hot City <br/>Fire up the boulevard <br/>Hot City, stealin' cars and breakin' hearts <br/>Hot City, just a rebel in the dark <br/>(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) <br/>Hot City, all the girls and all the boys <br/>Hot City, yeah, we're young and unemployed <br/>Hot City, get in the streets and make some noise <br/>(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) <br/>Take off your shirt, I wanna feel your skin <br/>Sweet chemicals are sinkin' in <br/>How I love, how I love, how I love it <br/>When you like to get gritty, oh <br/>Lookin' like a dirty magazine (magazine) <br/>Peelin' out like a tangerine <br/>Here we go, here we go, here we go <br/>We'll live it up in Hot City <br/>When you're close to me <br/>Boy, you make my temperature rise (hee) <br/>Wanna feel that heat <br/>Won't you take me to paradise? <br/>Come on, let's go to Hot City <br/>Fire up the boulevard <br/>Hot City, stealin' cars and breakin' hearts <br/>Hot City, just a rebel in the dark <br/>(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) <br/>Hot City, all the girls and all the boys <br/>Hot City, yeah, we're young and unemployed <br/>Hot City, get in the streets and make some noise <br/>(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) <br/>Palm trees and pink skies <br/>(Turn it up hot, baby, don't stop) <br/>Be my ride or die <br/>(Turn it up hot, baby, don't stop) <br/>Two electric hearts <br/>(Turn it up hot, baby, don't stop) <br/>Until we kiss the stars <br/>(Turn it up hot, baby, don't stop) <br/>Hot City, fire up the boulevard <br/>Hot City (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh), stealin' cars and breakin' hearts <br/>Hot City, just a rebel in the dark (just a rebel in the dark) <br/>(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) (Yeah) <br/>Hot City, all the girls and all the boys (come on and take me there) <br/>Hot City, yeah, we're young and unemployed (we can go all night) <br/>Hot City, get in the streets and make some noise (oh) <br/>(Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh) <br/>")
![[Intro: Drake] (Grow up, nigga) Grrah, grrah, ayy This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy [Verse 1: Drake] Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin' Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin' Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what? Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way She a pretty little liar like she Shay, but that's bae Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (With my bitch) And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (Yeah, my bitch) 'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh) Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg) Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch) And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense) Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt) You might also like First Person Shooter Drake 8am in Charlotte Drake IDGAF Drake [Break: Lil Yachty] Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh) Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (Pssh, pssh) My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin' Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin' Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin' Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin' Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us) It be so pure I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay) I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (Yeah) She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (Drip) We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (Mwah) (Brrt) Yeah, ring, (Brrt, damn), yeah, ring (Brrt) Mwah, ring, (Brrt), yeah, ring I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay) We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team (Us) [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (With my bitch) And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (Yeah, my bitch) 'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh) Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg) Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch) And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense) Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)](https://cdn2.mypornvid.fun/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZv5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHIaEmSwZUVlEyHmAaOIpv9-ZwDjXFfbXR15HT9loyMcMP5zqJ-cK3tlAQN5v7P/(MyPornVid.fun)_drake-another-late-night-ft-lil-yachty-directed-by-cole-bennett.webp "[Intro: Drake] (Grow up, nigga) Grrah, grrah, ayy This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy [Verse 1: Drake] Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin' Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin' Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what? Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way She a pretty little liar like she Shay, but that's bae Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (With my bitch) And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (Yeah, my bitch) 'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh) Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg) Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch) And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense) Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt) You might also like First Person Shooter Drake 8am in Charlotte Drake IDGAF Drake [Break: Lil Yachty] Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh) Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (Pssh, pssh) My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin' Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin' Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin' Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin' Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us) It be so pure I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay) I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (Yeah) She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (Drip) We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (Mwah) (Brrt) Yeah, ring, (Brrt, damn), yeah, ring (Brrt) Mwah, ring, (Brrt), yeah, ring I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay) We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team (Us) [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (With my bitch) And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (Yeah, my bitch) 'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh) Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg) Just another late night with my bitch (Pssh, with my bitch) And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense) Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)")
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