Karaoké Whisper My Name Drake

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Hey hey

Yeah

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

The dustiest niggas been fuckin' with us

Am I your GOAT

Well probably not

I probably was but you probably forgot

My white label had to go white label shit when he stepped out his body and finally got hot

Hand me the tools like

I'm pickin' a lock

Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot

My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love

It's between 'em and I

Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal so that you could cut off some time

Nowadays y'all don't wan' put in no work

Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line

And hurry and run out the nine

Baby boy please

I heard what you said to lil' bro about me

Yeah and when you run into the Iceman what you gon' do except freeze

You not 'bout to squeeze

You not in the streets

I'm cuttin' niggas off at the knees

There ain't no standin' on business with me

If I'm lyin' I'm flyin' economy

Give me a motherfuckin' seat

If I'm lyin' I'm flyin' economy

I bet I know who I see

You know how I fly 'cos I land at the beach

When you land you can see me

You whisper my name 'cos the weight that it carry

You can't even speak

Yeah you can't even speak

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud 'cos you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turnt up Coachella

Had boys backin' down and we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga then say that my nigga

Like What's up my crodie

Come hug me right now

Come up to me and get one of them out 'cos you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay

Okay

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah

Hey

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah

Hey

Yeah

Yeah

Ayy ayy

I'm doin' my big one

You doin' a little one

What kinda man are you

A middle one

Yeah my brother said he want a blue Bim'

Imma get him one

My new ting don't know how I live

She shoppin' at Erewhon

My brother got no fuck to give

He poppin' at everyone

This ain't fixable smoke when you see us

Stop sittin' with Farrakhan nigga

This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane

It's gon' carry on

These boys dress up and think that they somebody

Shit is like Comic-Con

My YGs are fastin' and prayin'

You lucky it's Ramadan otherwise they would be posted outside like the Pentagon

You niggas be hittin' the 'net for some love

You a tennis ball

I'll take five hundred K not the dinner

I never could learn shit from none of y'all

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud 'cos you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turned up Coachella

Had boys backin' down and we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga then say that, my nigga

Like What's up my crodie

Come hug me right now

Come up to me and get one of them out 'cos you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay

Okay

Okay

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah hey

Okay

You gotta whisper my name