Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Only Live Twice, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Only Live Twice |
No, I’m never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks |
Money callin' so I threw the deuce up |
Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin' |
Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin' |
Left them niggas stressed out on the train tracks |
Rather you than me, here come that payback |
Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can’t tax |
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, «Ajax» |
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died |
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies? |
Standin' on your own is when you realize |
When all the lights go out, that’s when you see the real guys |
Back to the real niggas glowin' in the dark |
Never perfect but you know a nigga hard |
A rich nigga that’ll pull up to the park |
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars |
Bullet wounds don’t be covered by ObamaCare |
Your funeral was way too soon, that’s if your mama there |
Real niggas deserve to live twice |
Plastic fork and some fried rice |
Yeah, two-point, two for the Rafael Nadal |
Don’t act like you’re happy for me now |
Don’t act like you wasn’t prayin' for catastrophic collapses |
Catalog is immaculate |
Still runnin' the game, don’t ask me about the practice |
Ho, you go on vacation, don’t ask me about relaxin' |
Not sure if you know but I’m actually Michael Jackson |
The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum |
Unthinkable when I think of the way these niggas been actin' |
Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh? |
Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can’t be love |
Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can’t be up |
That day you sounded like a bitch, you fancy, huh? |
Damn, how can I forgive like this? |
I gotta dead a lot of shit just to live like this |
I had to fuck a lot of girls to get a kid like this |
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, nigga |
That’s why I’m movin' all elusive |
These boys on they last resort and it’s givin' all us inclusive |
Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, nigga |
Your shit was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, nigga |
Brrrt, may I speak to pussy niggas? |
I just call it like I see it, I ain’t even lookin', nigga |
I just walk it like I speak and I ain’t speakin' to them niggas |
I ain’t starvin', I’m just greedy, all I eat is pussy, nigga |
Don’t wan' see these pussy niggas |
Y’all can’t see me, pussy niggas |
You keep talkin' like you eatin', I’ma feed you bullets, nigga |
I might even cook a nigga, all my weed is cookies, nigga |
Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, nigga |
I got bitches doin' lines, I’m Adidas to 'em, nigga |
I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple |
I’m so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter |
I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window |
Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack |
Money trail right on track |
With that big body Maybach like it’s a little Pontiac |
All my chains look like snakes, that’s some real diamondbacks |
Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back |
I don’t chill, I react |
On the scale, my pockets fat |
And to this whale, you like a ant |
I’ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass |
And on this Codeine, I’m a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass |
I’m the hottest on the cellblock, I promise |
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott |
Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop |
Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi |