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アーティスト：Drake  アルバム：Family Matters  作詞：Aubrey Drake Graham  作曲：Aubrey Drake Graham  発売年：2024 

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Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs You mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad Mmm, mmm, yeah Drop, drop, drop, drop Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG I was really, really tryna keep it PG If you had a set, they'd give your ass a DP But you civilian gang, in real life, you PC You know who really bang a set? My nigga YG You know who really bang a set? My nigga Chuck T You know who even bang a set out there is CB And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea Can't be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze Out here beggin' for attention, nigga, say please Always rappin' like you 'bout to get the slaves freed You just actin' like an activist, it's make-believe Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean? I been with Black and white and everything that's in between You the Black messiah wifin' up a mixed queen And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say cheese?" We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet Your baby mama captions always screamin', "Save me" You did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace I heard that one of 'em little kids might be Dave Free Don't make it Dave Free's 'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD Then this is all makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me Ayy, let that shorty breathe Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees Hands on your knees, hands on your knees Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free Yeah, yeah Well, not that kind of free, I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave Your man a lil' K, we call that shit a mini Drac' He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' straight These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade Nigga said, "Uh, uh" Almost started reachin' for my waist Drop, drop, drop, drop Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it- Yeah Let me stop playin' around, let me take this shit serious, like Niggas is a joke, I take it serious, though Yeah, look If Drake shooters doing TikToks, nigga Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit shot, nigga Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop nigga You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop nigga Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her I get active when it's war time, I ain't even really let my dick drop, nigga What the fuck I heard Rick drop, nigga? Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job, nigga Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all niggas Put a nigga in the bars, let a nigga rot, kind of like your old job, nigga House sittin' on some land, but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga Must've snorted up a snowball 'Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's, these days, that's a low ball, nigga Ayy Who's next on the list? Which one of my so-called niggas Which one of my so-called niggas Which one of my so-called niggas need a shell from the clip? Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas Good kid, m.A.A.d city van, we'll pop the latch and let the door slide Tears runnin' down my cheek, laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta, payin' just to find a tour guide Abel, run your fuckin' bread, need to buy some more chains for some more guys Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the nigga on a horse ride Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside Rakim talkin' shit again



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