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Drake

Miss Me

 

Miss Me

(album: Thank Me Later - 2010)


I said, "Tell me what's really going on"
Drizzy back up in this thing, I'm ready, what's happening'?
Gone for surgery but now I'm back again
I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch-and-win
World Series attitude, champagne bottle life
Nothing ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night
I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as ice
Every time you see me, I look like I hit the lotto twice
(Drake, you got 'em, right?)
Yeah, I got 'em, Bun
I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun
Neeks got the weed, Hush got a gun
CJ got my credit cards and a lot of ones
Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple Sprite
Someone tell Maliah I'm on fire, she should work tonight
Call up King of Diamonds and tell Chyna it'd be worth the flight
I'll be at my table, stacking dollars to the perfect height
Work something, twerk something, basis
She just tryna make it so she right here getting naked
I don't judge her, I don't judge her but I could never love her
'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and soon she'll have met another
That's why me and Lil Jaz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up?
I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up
Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything
And Drake just stand for "do right and kill everything"
I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it
I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it
And girl, I'm fucking serious, I'm with it if you with it
'Cause your verses turn me on and your pants are mighty fitted
Ugh, damn! I think you caught me in a moment
Like I catch 'em stealing flows 'cause I swear I never loaned it
And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rolling
So come and get a portion of this money that we blowing
'Cause it's on

Yeah, girl, it's on
You know what it is when I finally make it home
I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone
Yeah I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone
And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for
I know things have changed, know I used to be around more
But you should miss me a little when I'm gone
I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone

Ooh, shit, motherfucker, God damn
Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam
Getting money every day, I'm a groundhog
'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball
I walk light so I don't piss the ground off
Man, I swear, my bitches do it till they suck the brown off
Ew, that's nasty
Yes, I am Weezy but I ain't asthmatic
James Bond cologne, honey I put on
Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon
Voice baritone, haters carry on
Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes
Young Money's Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone
When she masturbate to me, that's how she learn every song
To the women I condone, better write me when I'm gone
No, I'm not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack Bone
Uh, I'm a love machine
And I won't work for nobody but you
It's only me and her 'cause the Bugatti a coupe
It's Blood gang, slime, but I parlay with Snoop
I ain't lying, I shoot, you don't need signs for proof
Turn you to a vegetable like you lying in soup
And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose
Man, I got so many styles, I am a group
Ha ha, damn! I'll be gone 'til November
But fuck it, I ain't tripping, I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em
I'm sticking to the script like lint on denim
Momma said "If the rules ain't bent, don't bend 'em"
Real nigga talking shut the fuck up, ho!
Gotta do it one time for Haiti what up, Zo?
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for "front door"
'Cause that's where I brang it
Soo-woo if you banging, motherfucker!

Yeah, girl, it's on
You know what it is when I finally make it home
I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone
Yeah I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone
And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for
I know things have changed, know I used to be around more
But you should miss me a little when I'm gone
I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone

Uh, yeah, forever in our hearts
JJ, we love you boy—H-Town!
I'm gone, I'm gone, when I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, when I'm gone
I just hope that you miss me, miss me
Miss me, miss me
Miss me a little when I'm gone
Miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa

done

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