Karaoké November 18th Drake

It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture

Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya

It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture

Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya

One time for the homie DJ Screw

Already

I'm feeling throwed in this bitch

Up so high even when

I'm coming down

Just met a girl say she from the H-Town

I say my name is Drizzy and ain't nobody realer

Cup inside a cup smoking Ghostface Killah

Got these boppas going crazy

Nigga I'm, the man

I sent ya girl a message said I'll see ya when I can

She sent me one back but I ain't never read it

'Cos pussy's only pussy and I get it when I need it

And I'm tellin' you when homies runnin' down in the winter

And I be ridin' rims with my tires in it thinner

Airport stunting flying charters overseas

Full of Dom Perignon and the water for the D's

Don't know why it happens everytime we alone

But here we are again and I swear I'm in my zone

So I'ma sip this drank until that muhfucka gone

And you gon' get undressed and we gon' get it on

I don't give you the time you deserve from me

This is something

I know, I know, I know

So tonight, I'll just fuck you like we're in Houston

Taking everything slow, so slow, so slow

But I do it to her

Draped up, dripped out know what I'm talking 'bout

Three in the morning, get it popping in the parking lot

It's on once again and I never pretend

A nigga staying G 'till the end

Ayy

Yeah

I swear like everytime we find ourself in this situation, you know

I just get that feeling like

I'm in Houston

Candy paint switching colors in the light

It's about like eleven PM and you just rolling through the city

Bumping that Screw

Big Moe

UGK

Lil' Keke

It feel like everything's just moving slow

Let's take my time

Hmm

I pace it baby

Yeah

I'm gone