Ignant Shit Lyrics - Drake

Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight 

It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking 

I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet 

But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out 

Young angel and young lion 

You know what it is, uh 

Look, I'm the property of october 

I ain't drive here I got chauferred 

Bring me champagne flutes, 

Rose and some shots over 

I think better when I'm not sober 

I smoke good ain't no glaucoma 

I'm a stockholder, 

Private flights back home no stop over 

Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over 

The shit my mother look shocked over 

Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven 

A migraine, take two excedrin 

I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven 

And if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second 

I swear niggas be eyein me all hard 

And lyin to they girls and drivin the same cars 

Sittin there wishin they problems became ours 

Cause we have nothin in common 

Since I done became star 

I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane 

Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name 

One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change 

An show me the city that I without fear claim 

What I set seems to never extinguish 

Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish 

Count my own money see the paper cut fingers 

My song is ya girlfriend's wakin up ringer 

Heh, or alarm, or whatever 

She be here at six in the morn if I let her 

But I never get attracted to fans 

Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam 

I always knew that I could figga 

How to get these label heads to offer 'em good figures 

And me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause 

Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas 

It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over 

Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over 

Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker 

I'll slow roast ya, got no holster 

Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster 

Burn bread everyday boy no toaster 

G and tez got a cig but I'm no smoker 

They jus handin chips to me nigga no poker 

I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier 

My cup runneth over, 

The same niggas I ball with, I fall with 

On some southern drawl shit 

Rookie of the year, '06 chris paul shit 

D.r., c.j, an po' I see y'all 

These cases don't workout I hope we can agree on 

Makin enough to pay any judge judy off 

First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go 

And I take probation 

I don't want that t.I. and vick vacation 

Private plane, big location 

Goin to the bank to make a big donation 

Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt hard 

And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it 

But in the meantime you can call me young roy 

Jones junior fightin the drugs and gun charge 

Shit, don't leave me un-guarded 

And I'm a cheese head word to vince lombardi 

Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed 

All that blood like the red sea parted 

My gun go crazy like it's retarded 

Red light on it like it's recordin 

I ain't recordin I'm jus C-4'in 

My currency foreign 

We are in a league they aren't 

Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage 

Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin 

Watch the game from the side I'm play callin 

No I didn't say that I'm flawless 

But I, damn sure don't tarnish 

My piss don't got comments for ya garments 

I'm so high I can vomit on a comet 

K-y no homo I'm on it 

Weezy f baby new born bitch 

You know what they say bout when ya palm itch 

I'm gon get money money I'm gon get 

Young money in ya tummy and we gon shit 

An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit 

That's right bitch I'm back on my grown shit 

That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome shit 

And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit 

I scream fuck the world with a long dick 

Motherfucker I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me 

You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat 

Fireman burn down ya entire street 

So fly I'm a take off when I leap, bye 

And you can suck my wings 

Stand on my money headbutt yao ming 

Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things 

I'm shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens 

But I ain't the dealer 

House full of bitches like tila tequila 

Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror 

My swagger jus screamin mothafucker do you hear her 

Drizzy drake what the lick read 

We make magic boy roy and sigfreid 

Whoo! young mulah baby, yeah 

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