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cheerios - drake lyrics

[chorus]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
ah d*mn, ah d*mn, ah d*mn, ah d*mn
you know gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man
got a batting glove on, he don’t hold it in his hand
then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land
or he throw it in the water make ’em dig it out the sand, aye
scratched off the serial, we call that sh*t a cheerio
and then they take their clothes off and bleachin’ that material
i’m gone

[verse]
aye
they be wishing death on me like 50 cent
many men, many many many mеn
trust me there’s a ton of thеm
i should probably be in there with thug and ’em
or be in there with gunna and ’em
if they locking n*ggas up for it
growing up around some hittas tryna govern ’em, boy
building something from the bottom with ya brothers there, aye
j skull get hot, he an oven hand, aye
spend some bands, but i’ll never fall in love again
winning not enough for me, i like to be petty bout it
drop a number one and when it’s done i just forget about it
aww, you think you know what happen ’cause you red about it?
aww, give me head and don’t get in your head about it
crisp nike forces the only time i force it
i told her get a bag, and some shoes, and some more sh*t
she heard i got a girl and i bought her even more sh*t
don’t tell me what you heard if you can’t tell me who the source is
aww, i had a sixth sense at 21
how the f*ck did the 6 let in 21
older women always told me i was one of one
she was 30 when we s*xed, i was 21
i be talking to the d.a. like that n*gga dumb, what
you be talking to the d.a. like, “yeah, he the one”
you almost 50, but you’re rapping like you’re 21
where the f*ck they do that aside from where you’re from?
[chorus]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
ah d*mn, ah d*mn, ah d*mn, ah d*mn
you know gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man
got a batting glove on, he don’t hold it in his hand
then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land
or he throw it in the water make ’em dig it out the sand, aye
scratched off the serial, we call that sh*t a cheerio
and then they take their clothes off and bleachin’ that material
i’m gone

- drake lyrics

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