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The Language
Drake
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[Verse 1:]
I don't know why they been lyin', but your shit is not that inspirin',
Bank account statements just look like I'm ready for early retirement.
Fuck any nigga that's talkin' that shit just to get a reaction!
Fuck goin' platinum! I looked at my wrist and it's already platinum.
I am the kid with the motor mouth,
I am the one that you should worry ‘bout,
I don't know who you're referrin' to, who is this nigga you heard about?
Someone just talkin' that bullshit, man, someone just gave you the run-around.
Niggas downplayin' the money but that's what you do when the money down,
I don't waste time puttin' money down,
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash.
Pussy so good, that you gotta come see me on tour,
And you gotta fly in first class.
This has been years in the makin', it's all for the city,
They know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever!
I'm always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna,
You know it.

[Chorus:]
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell,
I will never understand that but, oh, well.
Been ready, it's real, I don't know ‘bout you,
She just wanna smoke and fuck.
I said, “Girl, that's all that we do.
Okay, now you're talkin' my language,
Now you're talkin' my language.
Now you're talkin' my language,
Now you're talkin' my language”.
Been ready, it's real, I don't know ‘bout you,
She just wanna smoke and fuck.
I said, “Girl, that's all that we do”.

[Verse 2:]
I'm about to roll one and light it, and fuck it, man, no one's invited,
I got to kill off the weak shit, that's got all you niggas excited.
I can't even listen, you whynin', I'd much rather sit here in silence,
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do.
People are funny, you don't even know about the shit that I been through,
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple.
Talkin' that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me.
Come get your girl, she been here for three days,
And she way too attached to me,
Hate when they get too attached to me.
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road,
Get what I can out the country,
And then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold,
Can't even drive with the top off.
Been workin' so hard on the album I missed the whole summer,
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city, and that's word to Stunna,
You know it.

[Chorus]

[Birdman:]
Famous and dangerous,
You understand me?
Showtime. Headlines.
Big time. Sunshine. Tote nines.
Bust mines. Flat line. Hard grind.
High life. Stay fly. It's jet time.
Stunt, nigga, every time you see a nigga,
Stunt, nigga, every time you see a nigga,
Stunt, nigga, swag on head to feet, nigga,
Stunt, nigga...

I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city, and that's word to Stunna.

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