Drake - Stereotype
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Verse 1:
Yeah, you wanna stereotype me
Yeah, you wanna mother- ride me
Like you find me, yeah, nah you ain’t even dropping
You know I ain’t stopping this been champagne poppin
Yeah, you just a lil b- behind the mic
You ain’t no butterfly
Squash you like a cater pillar
Man you must’ve been high
(Guitar solo)
Verse 2:
Man b- you really f- fell off
No reference to your p- album you just really got bought
Man let’s take a poll
Man I mine that gold
Takin iron over coal
Forest hill I just drove
I just walked on that highway
Without lookin right or left
This dissin, not a rideway
Dot apologizе for “respect”
Just knocked yoursеlf out the big 3
The same thing you established
Had it all you lied through your teeth
Your opputunity you smashed it
Tell ‘em
Verse 3:
Dogs go to Heaven and the dot go hell
I done told all that I give no f- that ring a bell
I also got the phone call but Ion fire warning shots
You better bow down lil prince king a pop thats on top
You know you makin me confused
You know I got twos
The big 3 they amused
But not about you
Not about Cole
It’s me and the fans decide
Who the f- they want (word)
But enough about you let’s get into the other guy
I know he a goat but he ain’t even on a side
He just saying he the best like a million f- times
Man after your lil run with the dolla you should just resign
This Drake
Outro:
Man, i told y’all that this s- would happen
Yea, ooh, yea ooh, yea
Yeah, you wanna stereotype me
Yeah, you wanna mother- ride me
Like you find me, yeah, nah you ain’t even dropping
You know I ain’t stopping this been champagne poppin
Yeah, you just a lil b- behind the mic
You ain’t no butterfly
Squash you like a cater pillar
Man you must’ve been high
(Guitar solo)
Verse 2:
Man b- you really f- fell off
No reference to your p- album you just really got bought
Man let’s take a poll
Man I mine that gold
Takin iron over coal
Forest hill I just drove
I just walked on that highway
Without lookin right or left
This dissin, not a rideway
Dot apologizе for “respect”
Just knocked yoursеlf out the big 3
The same thing you established
Had it all you lied through your teeth
Your opputunity you smashed it
Tell ‘em
Verse 3:
Dogs go to Heaven and the dot go hell
I done told all that I give no f- that ring a bell
I also got the phone call but Ion fire warning shots
You better bow down lil prince king a pop thats on top
You know you makin me confused
You know I got twos
The big 3 they amused
But not about you
Not about Cole
It’s me and the fans decide
Who the f- they want (word)
But enough about you let’s get into the other guy
I know he a goat but he ain’t even on a side
He just saying he the best like a million f- times
Man after your lil run with the dolla you should just resign
This Drake
Outro:
Man, i told y’all that this s- would happen
Yea, ooh, yea ooh, yea