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Vivo como si pronto
Fuera a desaparecer
Que dígan cuanto es el monto
Y lo hacemos aparecer
Me siento Drake en Toronto
Baby I can feel myself
Me

[Chorus:]
Loves Lost
Loves Gone
Love Lost
Love Is Gone [x2]

[Verse 1: Drake]
Look,
In This World Of Desperate Housewives And Freakin Players
Rappers

Banging out the trap
Trapping off the block
100 in drake 30 in the glock
Banging out the trap
Trapping off the block
100 in drake 30 in the glock

Yeah, Yeah 
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Bad b foreign and cute
Like lemme show you my way
10-10 reefer in her zoot
One eye Closed that's Fetty no Drake
Smoking

shit
Why the fuck you tryna stop me from eating
A nigga gone act like he got your back
Whole time he out there scheming

Got me feeling like Drake
Cuz we

didn't have to bake

Niggas wanna beef 
So I grill em like steak  

I lost my focus 
Now I'm awake 

Whip out that drake 
It start singing like drake

Bringing it back to back no drizzy drake
You know I serve these facts come get a plate
I'm bringing it back to back they love to hate
Bringing it

everything we couldn't
Just me and my gang no fakies
My day ones we gon' Overtake
The top one spot we gon' Overtake
Hit the spot just like Drake yeah
Put that

Sami v hmle
Iba my a lemon haze, ay
Pocity zmiešané a v hlave iba mess, ay
Stále v mojich feelings ako Drake, ay
Povedz mi či to máš rovnaké či

on the hush
Can I be your secret You can be my secret
I won't tell on the side is how we keep it
Adidas everyday I dream about sex like Drake you're the best

saw a guy and Jared was on him
Sniff sniff, I heard by my feet
Dan schneider was there and said "These are neat"
I'm siting in a dungeon, on my dick

How you sliding?
Glocks, drakes and choppas in the whip (up in the whip)
Run in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit) 
We aint

notch
Cause me and the music, we goin' together for real
Like Drake & Hot Sauce
Hey, on the face to it, a plan I promise I'm bringin' it top notch

Cause

somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?

Yea bitch we going up
Yea Yea, I love it
When that Drake hit that body and they try to get up
You ain't felt the full force of a glock with a button

it all to chains 
Sliding be so easy getting money by the grain 
Every girl is tainted they only talking to my fame 
When I get my money I’m gone leave

Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is

I know they know 
Call like payphone
But I'm not Drake
Not off a plate
We going places, count up the aces, I know they know (I know they know)

of them bitches I'm ducking I hide behind camo my nigga I call this shit bape
Can't call this shit fake
They calling me drizzy cause I keep a drake
Drake

RIP Dolph we got cars in the camo N Paint
We got da gas by da pound N OVO bullets it come Wid da Drake 
I been here beforeee
She wanna go

singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody safe

In a Lamb' (in a Lamb'), with a dirty Drac'
Speedin' through the lights (lights), ain't even in no

​​HONORcBLE FLEX(S.O.S. LO, featuring Chris King and Trippie Red) SONG SHEET
​​Song Produced by: cdrian "cP" Porter, cbraham Poythress and , CeeJay

lets go
We stay fly new clothes on soakin on that drake till
im so far gone i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready 
baby girl you fly but we got

Reach
That livid island
Drakes teach
Their flightless burden
Cold mist
Psychotic
Foul itch
Demands
Scratching
Fleece sure freakish weakling
Break