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Drake - Virginia Beach (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Keyboards
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Keyboards
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Songwriter
James Ho
James Ho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Producer
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
OUPSiNG
OUPSiNG
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(I bet your mother would be proud of you) (Ooh, you, you, you, oh) (I bet our mother would be proud of you) I know what you say You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but I don't know, I think I did alright Know what I'm sayin'? And you know how you get Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or something I coulda treated you better, that's crazy Nope Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizing That's not love you're in, it's more like compromising I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbing Lean into me, lean into me Yeah, lean in, lean into me Pussy ain't makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough just like Virginia Beach I wanna get back to the days that you loved me for nothing but what you could see You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat That nigga spent his last check on your car, and you got it and drove it to me Asked me if I coulda treated you better, but no Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizing That's not love you're in, it's more like compromising I move mountains for you, fuck that social climbing Lean into me, lean into me Lean in, lean into me Yeah, yeah Yeah Grr, grr Yeah Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match Your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period" But where you 'bout to end the sentence at? 'Cause you been goin' off on my ass Then I tell your ass where I'm at And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends You ain't interested in makin' friends Talkin' 'bout, you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends? Least we know you got the cakes on you, girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then Workin' this crop like the rubber chute I swear that I'm not tryna smoother you I got to know a whole other you But let's not forget how I discovered you We ain't even gotta mention that Any nigga try and trouble you He gon' find out that it's on-site like W-W-W On site like dot-com Put a baby in you, a hot mom Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no Not at all, not at all (I bet our mother would be proud of you) (Mother would be proud)
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Noah James Shebib, Harley Arsenault, Christopher Ryan Breaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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