| Tat my name on you girl so I know it’s real
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| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real
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| Tell a bad bitch girl, let’s go hang
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| You know me, rolex, gold chain
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| Fuck my young niggas, XO gang
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| Get so drunk you forget yo name
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| Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
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| Got black wood in my white Range, I’m taking off when that light change
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| I’m Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
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| I miss this and I want it back, So I’m all in with these new flows
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| New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
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| Pimp flows 'n screw flows, my shit be sounding like grape tapes, now
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| Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road
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| These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
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| Yea, money in my safe, but I’m living dangerous
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| They told me shit would change, but I don’t really see no change in us
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| Tat my name on you so I know it’s real
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| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real
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| I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
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| 'Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
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| You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
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| Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
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| You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
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| Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
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| I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
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| I play with her mind, she masturbate with my Porsche
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| It’s simple love, it’s simple math
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| Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass
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| Puffin' purple hash welcome to my power circle
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| Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working
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| Rolls Royce rollin', rose gold rollie’s
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| MBA accountants, amounts they get unholy
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| But mama still praying for her rubberband man
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| When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin'
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| Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled
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| Tat my name on you so I know it’s real
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| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real
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| I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
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| 'Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
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| You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
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| Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
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| You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
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| Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup
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| I don’t have to work in the morning so I always stay for 1 more
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| Fuck what they say, I’m telling you there’s no side effects I’m sure
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| Went from driving up on some old shit, to drivers opening doors
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| This is my town, if you need something just ask for it’s yours
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| Yea, ask for it’s yours, if you ask for it it’s done
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| I could Western Union some money, get your passport and then come
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| You’ll meet everybody I know, at first it might seem like a lot
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| But they’re all playing their role, Put that on everything that I got
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| And all I care about is my city, man I can’t say it enough
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| I done heard things about y’all that they can’t say about us
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| I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my sect
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| I give everybody a piece of this, and I make due what’s left
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| Yea I do this shit to the death, yea I do this shit till I’m gone
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| Yea, I told you that it’s our world, and you’re foolish thinking I’m wrong, OOh
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| Stop asking how the fucking needle feel, tat my fucking name on you,
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| let these niggas know it’s real, wassup
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| Tat my name on you so I know it’s real
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| Tat my fucking name on you so I know it’s real
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| I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
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| 'Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
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| You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
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| Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
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| You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
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| Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Spirit , by - Drake. Song from the album Care Package, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп