Paroles de Digital dash

Drake

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(future)
My dope in the bushes
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(future)
I did the digital dash
I fuck your bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama
Out on the street like the mama
You rats will never be honorable
They know i'mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first

(future)
These bitches be naggin the kid
They get on my motherfucking nerves
I showed her my racks and they let me
I'm smokin' that pack on muddy
Taliban on these hoes
Give a xan to these hoes
Gotta plan with they nose
I sleep on the beach off the avenue
I came to your city with revenue
I put in work it was evident
I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce
Come back on your bitch in a 6-trey
Chevy, mercedes i keep em' comin'
Fuck all these bitches i keep em' comin'
I pull up right now i'm parallel
I hit your block with them swangers
My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
You don't come around here cause its dangerous
I be hangin' around here and i'm famous
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger
Hit her sideways when i banged her
In the driveway on a perc
I was sideways on a perc
Had a stick on me, thats a first
Got your bitch on me gettin' murked
I post up and thats confident
I boast up in a drop 6
Gotta ghost royce and i pop shit
I'm a dope boy with that cock trip
I came in the game i had crack on me
Got big with my bag with some act on me
I'm single and shit and she lash on me
I told em' i'm back on my bachelor

I get focused on millions and everything
I just took me a trip out to africa
See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it
I see how they countin' this out
Bet they ain't never gonna do it again
You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin, i'm goin' right in
I was born to get this money in this life of sin
I bought up before they got my dog on murder again
See the fire come out the ass on the lamborghini
When you say you love a nigga do you really mean it
When i was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me
I pour the actavis and pop pills so i can fight the demons

(future)
I did the digital dash
I fuck the bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama
You rats will never be honorable
They know i'mma kid of my word
A hustler the first to the first

(drake)
These bitches be nagging the kid
Fuck it, it is what it is, if you get hit you get hit
I don't forget or forgive
Told myself never again, i don’t let nobody in
Super just showed out again
And we just keep servin' and servin' again
And again and again and again
I move the game up, i'm reckless
I’m harlem shaking through the pressure
I might put diddy on my next shit
I might could fit you in on a wednesday
I’m not here for no pretend shit
Just walked in with a girl that’s making triple what i’m making, what an entrance
That's when you know its a body
Zone 6, they know it's a body
Kirkwood, they know it's a body
Lil mexico know it's a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out it's a problem
I might take quentin to follies
You hate your life, just be honest
I got the digital dash
She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last
But she too embarrassed to ask
I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas
You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past
Esco and boomin they got it on smash
And i got the, i got the, i got the, i got the, i

(future)
I did the digital dash
I fuck the bitch on the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I send that dope to lil mama

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