Hyfr (hell Ya Fucking Right) Lyrics - Drake

Gotta do what I gotta do 

All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait 

Or they go to Georgia State where, 

Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta 

That she only see when she feels obligated 

Admitted it to me the first time we dated 

But she was no angel, and we never waited 

I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck 

So we took it to go, told them don't even plate it 

And we never talk too much after I blew up 

Just only "hello" or "happy belated" 

And I think I text her and told her I made it 

And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it 

And that's when I text her and told her I love her 

Then right after texted and told her I'm faded 

She asked 

What have I learned since getting richer 

I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures 

I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture 

Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit' ya 

Damn, is it the fall 

Time for me to revisit the past 

It's women to call 

There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved 

There's stories to tell, we been through it all 

Interviews are like confessions 

Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions like 

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Do you love this shit? 

Are you high right now? 

Do you ever get nervous? 

Are you single? 

I heard you fucked your girl, is it true? 

You getting money? You think them niggas you with is with you? 

And I say 

(And I say) Hell yeah 

Hell yeah, hell yeah 

Fuckin' right 

Fuckin' right, all right 

(And we say) Hell yeah 

Hell yeah, hell yeah 

Fuckin' right 

Fuckin' right, alright 

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So much for being optimistic 

They say love is in the air, so I 

Hold my breath until my face turn purple, keep a few bad bitches in my circle 

My nuts hang like ain't no curfew, bitch, if you wave, then I will surf you 

I flew jet, she flew commercial but we still met later that night 

After my session, she came over, I was aggressive and she was sober 

I gave her pills, she started confessing and started undressing and ask me to hold her 

And so I did, but that was last month and now she's texting me asking for closure 

Damn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me, I keep tissue paper 

We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table 

She say she hate that she love me and she wish I was average 

Shit, sometimes I wish the same and I wish she wasn't married 

Promises, I hope I never break 'em 

Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation 

But, interviews are like confessions 

Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like 

Do you love this shit? 

Are you high right now? 

Do you ever get nervous? 

Are you single? 

I heard you fucked your girl, is it true? 

You getting money? You think them niggas you with is with you? 

And I say 

(And I say) Hell yeah 

Hell yeah, hell yeah 

Fuckin' right 

Fuckin' right, all right 

(And we say) Hell yeah 

Hell yeah, hell yeah 

Fuckin' right 

Fuckin' right, alright