Drake - Juice - Lyrics

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yeh, ah . . . ah 
Boi-1da! . Drizzy! 

Yall don't really like me 
I can understand 
My flow is sitting right inside da pocket on my pants 
I'm still fly, you can't float 
Run this shit, Usain Bolt 
I write your favorite records, aah, you sing ghost 
20 thousand for a verse, is our routine quote 
I'm getting rich, aah , you staying broke 
chilling if even if I'm in a goose down coat 
I cant see you through the Mosley Tribes 
so i don't even flinch when you throw me high fives 
they try to measure up, but there's no one my size 
Whatever 40 smokin bout to low my eyes 
Beast mode on them, I never take a night off 
Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write-off 
Grounded as the one way pavement am taking flight off 
baby go ahead and cut the light off 
cuz It's about to go. 


I hear my phone ringing when ya call 
I aint picking up or entertaining them at all 
Got your girl face down, banging on the wall 
While you and all your homeboys hang at Lenox Mall 
mmm, mmm, mmm 
I cannot relate 
Riding with some tags that a got from out-of-state 
Riding with a swag that a got from outer space 
Just show me who's the hottest imma knock him out his place 
call me homicide drizzy, about to kill your ego 
I'm about ma green, puffin goody like I�m celo 
You can go and take a glance at your hero 
while the Houston ship a pole dancing zero 
fantasy to you, reality to me 
and yeah ma g-pass is as valid as can be 
I'm, I'm so fresh, a stylist would agree 
waving at your girl 
while she's smiling back at me like.