Drake - Ignant Shit Lyrics

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Ignant Shit by Drake

[intro; drake]

Yeah i appreciate your patience tonight

It's been a moment since i done some public speaking

I find nowadays its best to keep quiet

But uh

Sometimes you just gotta let it out

Young angel and young lion

You know what i is




Ughh look

I'm the property of october

I ain't drive here

I got chauffeured

Bring me champagne flutes rose and some shots over

I think better when i'm not sober

I smoke goodie no glaucoma

I'm a stock holder

Private flights back home

No stop over

Still spittin' that shit that they shot pac over

The shit my mother looked shocked over

Haha yeah

What a canvas

I'm the group of 7

Migraine take 2 excedrin

I'm the one twice over

I'm the new 11

And if i die

I'm do it reppin'

I never do it second

I swear niggaz be eyeing me all hard

And lying to their girls

And drivin' the same cars

Sittin' there

Wishing their problems became ours

Cuz we have nothing in common

Since i done became star

I done became bigger

Swervin' right into my peer's lanes

Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's name

One touch

I could make the drapes and the sheers change

And 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 your girlfriend's wakin' up ringer


Or alarm or whatever

She be here 6 in the morn

If i let her

But i never get attracted to fans

Cuz a eager beaver

Could be the collapse of a dam

Always knew that i could figure

How to get these label heads to offer him good figures

And me doing the shows

Getting everyone nervous

Cuz them hipsters gone have to get along with them hood niggaz

Its all good

I'm going off like lights when the shows' 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 your table nigga

No coaster

Burn bread everyday boy

No toaster

G & terrence got a cig

But i'm no smoker

They just handed chips to me nigga

No poker

I'm with a young money cash money soldier

My cup runneth over

The same niggas i ball with

I fall with

On some southern draw shit

Rookie of the year

06 chris paul shit

D.r. cj & po

I see y'all

These cases don't work out

I hope we can agree on

Makin enough to pay any judge judy off

First thing i'm a do is

Free weezy


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[lil wayne]

And i'll take probation

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

Private plane

Pick location

I'm going to the bank

To make a big donation


I don't stunt

I stunt hard

And if the food ain't on the stove

I hunt for it

But in the mean time

You can call me young roy jones junior

Fightin' the drugs and gun charges


Don't leave me unguarded

And i'm a cheese head

Word to vince lambardy

Word to marky mark

Leave a snitch departed

All that blood like the red tea party

My gun go crazy like its retarded

Red light on it like its recordin'

I ain't recordin'

I'm just c-4ing

My currency foreign

We are in

A league they aren't

Better dig in your pocket

And pay homage

Better cover your eyes

Your 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 pistol got comments

For your garments

I'm so high

I can vomit on a comet

K.y. no homo

I'm on it

Weezy f baby

Newborn bitch

You know what they say bout when your palm pitch

I'm gone get money

Money i'm gone get

Young money in your tummy

And we gone shit

And get that toilet paper quick

Like when bone spit

That's right bitch

I'm back on my grown shit

That automark game

No ice just chrome shit

And you boyfriend softer than a foam pit

I scream fuck the world

With a long dick

Motherfucker i'm me


Bitch i'm me

You niggas sweet like the pussy

In which i eat

Fireman burn down your entire street

So fly i'm take off when i leap


And you can suck my wings

Stand on my money

Head butt yao ming

Put your hand in the oven

If you 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


I'm the man in the mirror

My swagger just screaming


Do you hear her?


Drizzy drake

What the lick read?

We make magic

Boy-roy & sick-freed


[outro; lil wayne]


Young mullah baby




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