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Yeah It's Dreya, look Like, they wanna kick it with Dreya Mmm, nah, not unless you're tryna pay up There ain't no seats at the table, already ate, so you ain't left room to prepare When I ain't out and about, the world's in a drought, the skies are very much rare Cah I'm the life of the party, Westside shorty, queen of the now and the later Gotta stay on my grind, on my Toosie (yeah) My task new unruly (what?) Don't like big brutes, man are bookey (book) If you ask, then they'll say that they knew me (nah) See, life, man, London raised me And I ride TFL on the daily (on the daily) Things changed, but I won't ever change me (no, I won't) And the industry don't phase me (nah) Like, they don't really want my lifestyle (no) Yeah, the life's wild (yeah) Got my own situation to pile up (huh?) Store it up inside of my iCloud Then it comes out with rhymes when it's typed up (whoa) You can rate it, but you haven't got to If it's lately, I don't really want you I'm just tryna make some music to bump to Like, they wanna kick it with Dreya Mmm, nah, not unless you're tryna pay up There ain't no seats at the table, already ate, so you ain't left room to prepare When I ain't out and about, the world's in a drought, the skies are very much rare Cah I'm the life of the party, Westside shorty, queen of the now and the later And I want bun my spliff on the weekend (smoke) Bun my spliff on the weekday too To-tolerance down by the week's end (week's end) No tolerance for the weak friend too (ah-ah) Step with class, haffi show them (show them) If you can't follow on, I don't know them (I don't know) Cah I lead by example, no less On a big man ting, man, it's no stress (ah-ah) I might marry a veteran (veteran) Other chicks can find that threatenin', but it's okay It's me she's betterin' (betterin') I got a game I could bet her in What, she gon' always know what she looks better in? (Always know what she looks better in) I know you feel the adrenaline Huggin', then bendin', then lovin', then bend again (bend again) She be like, "Dre, what you tellin' them?" (What?) I'm like, they wanna kick it with Dreya Mmm, nah, not unless you're tryna pay up There ain't no seats at the table, already ate, so you ain't left room to prepare When I ain't out and about, the world's in a drought, the skies are very much rare Cah I'm the life of the party, Westside shorty, queen of the now and the later (look)
Writer(s): Dreya Mac, Francois-alexis Vincent-rey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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