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What’s goin on
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Drake
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Ayy, sick of these n***as (sick) Sick of these n***as (sick, sick) Hire some help (help), get rid of these n***as (skrr) Sick of this sh*t, move to the Ritz Turned out the b*t*h (ayy) It is what it is, yeah GLE, 'cause that Lambo' movin' fast S Cla**, G Cla**, lotta cla** In a rocket and that b*t*h ain't got no tags Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah I'm sick of these n***as (sick) Sick of these n***as (sick, sick) Hire some help (help), get rid of these n***as (grr) F**k what it was, it is what it is (what) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I f**k with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties) Knock you off to pay their t**hes (oh) Thеy want me gone but don't know why It's too late for all that lovеy-dovey sh*t I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t It's too late for all that, ayy It's too late for all that Ayy, sick of these n***as I'm sick of these n***as Hire some help, get rid of these n***as I'm not with the ra-ra I am a Dada My b*t*h in Chanel now Your b*t*h in Escada (sick, sick, sick) Yeah, and they shook Please don't let them fool ya, I don't care how they look (nah) Heard all of the talkin', now it's quiet, now it's shush (shh) Twenty-nine is comin', they on edge when I cook (cook) Lead the league in scorin', man, but look at my a**ists (shh) Yes I be with Future but I like to reminisce (yeah) I do not forget a thing, I'm patient, it's a gift (yeah) Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist (they insist) Yeah, I can tell I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle (two) Standin' over coffin with a hammer and a nail (two) Heard you hit up so and so, that name don't ring a bell (nah) Sick of these n***as (sick) Hire some help, get rid of these n***as I'm sick of this sh*t (sick, sick) I'm runnin' a blitz Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I f**k with the mob and I got ties (lotta ties, lotta ties) Knock you off to pay their t**hes They want me gone but don't know why It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy It's too late for all that lovey-dovey sh*t I'm your brother sh*t, all that other sh*t It's too late for all that, ayy It's too late for all that
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