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Fat Joe, Dre - Drive (Audio) ft. Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih
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Ooh yeah (Yeah) Dolla $ign Hitmaka! Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah Na-na, na-na, na-na My pretty woman With Himalayans and bigger chains and boogers in 'em And we be on yachts that we don't even post And she be like "Damn, daddy you do it most" 'Cause we did Italy, then the Philippines Beat it, Billie Jean, gave her bigger D Mamí ven aqui, rock and roll like molly, Viagra And when I hit the road them bodies can add up She callin' me selfish, I call her the same [? 0:55] just don't help, butter cake and cream Backseat of the Rolls, Teddy P love, TKO Beat the box up, she be like "Si señor" I've been fuckin' on shorty before she got her bags up You know me, couple cuffs, a nigga masked up Colombiana, dripped in designer, Dolce Gabbana But you know it's really nada, and that's a burner Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah Na-na, na-na, na-na Yeah, let me kick you up and down Ride you through the town, You belong to the city, playin' in the background Old money, new money, makin' it complete All that's missin' is a tiger ridin' in my front seat Paid in full, how I drive it off the lot This my Thursday car, Friday it's the cherry drop (Skrr) Niggas hate a lot, bitches do too And everyday's a vacation, sans in Cancun And all I really want in this life of sin Is a hunnid mil' times ten and somebody to share it with You gotta be a rider though, my niggas real protective We done hit so many bitches, turned a couple into exes, oh So maybe on the weekend I might scoop you up Remember when I used to send them Uber trucks Next time I'm in the club I might just shoot it up Give you that human touch Late night I put you in drive (I keep you in the clutch, drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah Na-na, na-na, na-na I just wanna feel what you feel, baby I just wanna feel something real, baby I done had the snack, I want the meal (Meal) Ooh, I wanna do it for the thrill (For the thrill) Pardon my language, your body onto some First class seats, across the border stone Now that you bringin' some to the table But don't worry 'bout nothin', you know it's paid for (Oh, yeah) You know I got it like that, keep you comin' right back Damn it's like that, yeah, yeah Put you on your back (On your back) To relax, then I make your legs go shake Can I get a witness? You trippin' on that nigga? That's none of my business (None of my business) Hey, call me your genie, I grant your wishes Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah Late night I put you in drive (Drive) 'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah Na-na, na-na, na-na
Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Saul Nossel, Noah Bamberger, Michael Dawson, Clive Vickers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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