Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 8 Out Of 10, artist - Drake. Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
8 Out Of 10 |
| Too rich for who? |
| Y'all just got rich again |
| Who grips the mic and likes to kill they friends? |
| I've never been the type to make amends |
| If shit was at a eight, we like to, we like to, we like to— |
| Yeah, if shit was at a eight, we like to make it ten |
| 1da sent this in, I'm goin' up all the way |
| I don't like to talk when there's nothin' else left to say (true) |
| Drizzy 'bout to drop, the game is in disarray |
| I'd tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day |
| Your sister is pressin' play, your trainer is pressin' play |
| Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey— (true) |
| I gotta breathe in real deep when I catch an attitude |
| I got a whole nother level that I can tap into |
| Max said they only blessed when they attached to you |
| The only deadbeats is whatever beats I been rappin' to (true) |
| And the product is still the best though |
| It's only good in my city because I said so |
| Just to fit the estate man, I had to Copperfield like presto |
| Voilà, tada (true) |
| Never a matter of "could I?" |
| or "should I?" |
| Kiss my son on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye |
| As luck would have it, I've settled into my role as the good guy |
| I guess luck is on your side |
| I guess luck is on your side |
| All sevens, no sixes, rest easy, get some shut eye |
| Hold on, hold up, but I— |
| Miss makin' 'em pay |
| Helipad from Will Smith crib straight to the stage |
| Three Forum shows but I played Staples today |
| The neighborhood is smokey, y'all stay safe in this place (true) |
| Drizzy 'bout to drop, the game is in disarray |
| I'd tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day |
| Your niggas is pressin' play, your nanny is pressin' play |
| Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey— (true) |
| Had to go and hit reset, now we here |
| I been on top for three sets of three years |
| I can't be around the niggas you minglin' with |
| I can't fly if I can't sit on the wing of that shit (true) |
| I try to pay it less mind |
| They been keepin' tabs on me like I'm payin' next time |
| I think I sense a little fear from the other side |
| White vans parked across the street, real subtle guys (true) |
| Yeah, never a matter of "could I?" |
| or "should I?" |
| Kiss my mom on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye |
| As luck would have it, I've settled into my role as the good guy |
| I guess luck is on your side |
| I guess luck is on your side |
| All sevens, no sixes, rest easy, get some shut eye |
| Hold on, hold up, but I— |
| Hahaha, I can't argue with you, no! |
| You mad! |
| Look at you, you mad! |
| You big mad! |
| Haheheh |
| I'm happy! |
| Leave me alone! |
| I just want some money, a lot of money |
| I don't get paid to argue with you |
| No! |
| Who is you? |
| You ain't nobody! |
| You mad |