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desert - drake lyrics

intro:

verse 1:
aye
number 1 chef booked the club up on a scale now
12 20 11:30 chef cooked n*ggas on a bale foul
writing with armor doesn’t mean we on a pale, “wow”
keeping it the tough way i post sh*t on a tale, “pow”
can we calm down with sh*t on a stick “crown”
getting bites, what the f*ck? because jit found
vanilla s*x like human trafficking b*tch mike white
tears and hugs why you lying? b*tch, bite, fight
adonis is my kid and we the twins
p diddy is my future self, f*ck you saying, we hit bizz
you know what i’m sayin’ metro music f*ck boomin we hit sh*t
over the top shan song we bl!ck b*tch
heading north heading south f*ck you saying, brick switch

chorus:
baby you need a tale
desert, desert
green lights don’t ever f*ck stoping us
together, together
but then i was like a rapper
desert, desert
the tits was high, f*ck the lows
desert, desert

verse 2:
but i was still starin’ at the titties though
yeah, low*key or maybe high*key
i been peeped that you like me, you know?
who the f*ck you really wanna be with besides me?
i mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this sh*t quietly
i mean, she say i’m obsessed with thick women and i agree
yeah, that’s right, i like my girls bbw
yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
ass on houston, texas, but the face look just like clair huxtable
oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f*ck with you
the nba players f*ck with you
the bad*ass b*tches doin’ makeup and hair f*ck with you, oh
that’s ’cause i believe in somethin’ and i stand for it
and nicki, if you ever tryna f*ck
just give me the heads*up, so i can plan for it
raise every bottle and cup in the sky (pinkprint, ayy)
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothin’ but bad b*tches in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
nothin’ but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only
rich n*ggas only, independent b*tches only
boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only
i got my real n*ggas here by my side, only
i never f*cked nick’ and that’s f*cked up
if i did f*ck, she’d be f*cked up
whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
’cause she act like she need d*ck in her life
that’s another story, i’m no story*teller
i p*ss greatness, like goldish yellow
all my goons so overzealous
i’m from hollygrove, the holy mecca
calendar say i got money for days
i squirm and i shake, but i’m stuck in my ways
my girlfriend will beat a b*tch up if she wave
they bet’ not f*ck with her surfboard, surfboard
my eyes are so bright, i take cover for shade
don’t have my money? take mothers instead
you got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
then i make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
i’m talkin’ ’bout runnin’ in houses with army guns
so think about your son and daughter rooms
got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your son and daughter rooms
this sh*t is crazy, my n*gga
i mean brazy, my n*gga
that money talk, i just rephrase it, my n*gga
blood gang, take the “b” off behavior, my n*gga
for reals, if you mouth off, i blow your face off
i mean “pop*pop*pop, ” then i take off
n*gga, now you see me, n*gga, now you don’t
like jamie foxx actin’ like ray charles
sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with seventeen bullets
my story is how i went from “poor me”
to “please pour me a drink and celebrate with
chorus:
baby you need a tale

green lights don’t ever f*ck stoping us
together, together

desert, desert
the tits was high, f*ck the lows
desert, desert

verse 3:
d*d*d*d*d*mn what did i consume
something spinnin’ fast either me or it’s the room
i bet you it’s the room, cause i don’t do no drugs
or maybe it’s that ‘tron cause i sure do have a buzz
baby either way i’m throwed and i am on a mission
so if your ears a virgin i’d advise you not to listen
cause this sh*t isn’t kosher and this sh*t isn’t christian
it’s that motherf*ckin’ heat you can find up in the kitchen
baby holla at your n*gga, i got that sh*t for low
okay maybe i don’t but guarantee someone i know
wait let me slow it down (down) i’m gettin’ ahead (head)
plus it’s gettin’ hot so i’m a take a seat instead (stead)
i’m lucky i ain’t dead (dead) i’m on a rollercoaster ride y’all
we all of age and i ain’t got nothin’ to hide y’all
and in this game i’m a tidal when the tides small
so drop me in and i release just like a time bomb
chorus:
baby you need a tale
desert, desert
green lights don’t ever f*ck stoping us
together, together
but then i was like a rapper
desert, desert
the tits was high, f*ck the lows
desert, desert

outro:
these people man
getting on my f*cking nerves
but your not one of them baby
peace ya’ll

- drake lyrics

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