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pain 1993 (with playboi carti) - drake lyrics

[drake]
(yo, pi’erre, yo, pi’erre)
ayy

[drake & playboi carti]
ayy
n*ggas ain’t gotta respect
n*ggas just gotta accept
i put that top left
i love my crodie to death (codeine)
hype williams, lil’ x
if you don’t say it directly
give a f*ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

i put some ice on her hand
i let her take an advance
sh*t wasn’t goin’ as planned
i put that sh*t in the van
she gotta move with her friend
heard she went back to her man
give a f*ck, ayy
i just put a wagen in the driveway, you know i did
when i shoot my shot it’s the kawhi way, it’s goin’ in
me and lil’ sicko sittin’ sideways breakin’ tens
used to be an antisocial n*gga, now i’m makin’ friends
i just got a mansion out in turks and it’s a beachfront (okay)
and she’s bringin’ four friends, i know i’ll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt)
got ’em all tannin’ by the pool and they greased up (okay)
police in my city, man, i keep they pockets greased up (okay)
me and capo tryna leave our mark and peace the east up
ain’t n0body makin’ too much money off the beef stuff (okay)
but i beef a rapper ’cause i’m never with the sweet stuff
shawty came from mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff

ayy (beep, beep, beep, beep, beep)
n*ggas ain’t gotta respect
n*ggas just gotta accept (slatt)
i put that top left (beep)
i love my crodie to death (codeine)
hype williams, lil’ x (beep)
if you don’t say it directly (beep)
give a f*ck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[playboi carti]
racks all in my jeans and they raf simons (okay)
diamonds all in my t**th, i called up the dentist, yeah (okay)
got my goyard bag, i put them racks in it
every time i’m home, you know i’m with the bentley
i just threw these bands in my car, yeah, yeah (ooh)
shawty just pulled up just to give neck (oh)
i only want top, yeah, for sure, ooh (only want top)
and i know i’m on top, but i want more, more (okay)
remember i used to sleep on the floor (oh yeah)
now every day i rock christian dior (codeine, yucky)
now every day i gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean)
now every day i gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, okay)
i spent a hundred k last night with lil’ jon (yeah, yeah)
i spent a hundred k next day, i was bored (okay, okay, yeah)
got that lam’ truck, got numbers on the front (okay, get it)
yeah, she keep textin’ my phone, i’ma ignore
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