| Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
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| This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
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| All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
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| Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle
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| Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it, do not make it
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| Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
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| They do, they do
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| And I like to finish what you think you started
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| Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
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| You don’t know what you just started
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| All I do is hang with the young and heartless
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| All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest
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| It’s all I ever did and look where it got him
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| Yeah, you’ve been on my mind lately
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| You’ve still got my number, girl you need to call me
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| I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
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| But you know I always handle that one my way
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| Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
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| Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
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| I can’t trust no fuckin' body
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| They still out to get me cause they never got me
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| They still out to get me, they don’t get it
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| I can not be got, and that’s a given
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| They like Pablo, «why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?»
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| Why do you know every single bitch that I know?
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| Why can’t you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
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| Fuck if I know, that’s that Chicago, aye
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| South, south, side, that’s the motto, aye
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| Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
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| Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know
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| We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
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| Throne is back up in it, aye
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| In the field like Emmitt, aye, y’all get so offended, aye
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| I be blacking out, I ain’t backing out
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| Jay about his business, and I’mma let you finish but I…
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| I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
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| Take you to the garage and do some karate
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| Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
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| Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
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| (Perfect)
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| Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
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| This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
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| All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
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| Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pop Style , by - Drake. Song from the album Views, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп