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Artist: Drake Album: Her Loss Category: Hip Hop
Woah, mhm
Yeah, yeah
You are now flyin'
This gon' be your favorite song
Soufwest

I got feelings for you (For you)
Hope you ain't lovin' the crew
(Lovin' the crew), ay
How many bodies you got?
(How many you got?), ay
Hope it ain't more than a few (Oh, oh)
Know that you dealt with some lames (Lames)
When you was young and in school (School)
He had to pop your cherry
But I got it wet like a pool (Drippy)
She got a new G-Wag'
She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it off (Show it off)
Got a new body, girl, show it off, ay
This a Brazilian, I know it's soft
Toned up and she got a six-pack (Six-Pack)
Look like she used to play volleyball (Wave)
American Express, you can have it all (Ay)
Code to the safe, you can have it all
Fuck your main page, what's your Finsta?
I wanna know the real you (Real)
You started dancin' to pay your tuition
Girl, I wanna know what you been through
You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair
Just let me know what you into (Yeah)
If you out in public and he want your number
Just tell him, "My nigga'll spin you"

The way (Way) you make me feel these days
(You make me feel)
Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl
Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl
Burn somebody block for you
The way you make me feel these days
Comin' out my body for you, baby girl
Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl
Comin' out my body for you

Damn, just turned on the news
And seen that man that never got pussy in school
Are makin' laws about what women can do
I gotta protect ya, I'm a made man, tied in
All the way, baby, so I gotta respect ya
Niggas puttin' hands on you in the past
Insecure because your body is precious
Four words when I think about them
Is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty
Eight words when I think about us
Is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
Disrespect ya and I'll smack 'em (Smack 'em)
The texts that you send in captions (Captions)
The videos we got ever leak
We goin' viral or goin' platinum (Platinum)
Don't worry 'bout your friend's story
When I had her alone (Had her alone)
She gon' try and put some extras on it
Take you out of your zone (Out of your zone)
You know how it goes when
They can't get a reservation up in Carbone
They gon' tell you it's a chill (Chill) night
Tell you how they'd rather stay home, yeah
Jealous-ass hoes, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And I know what I said 'bout bein' in Vogue
But just like that R&B group from the '90s
Girl, one call, I'll get you in Vogue
One call, you in runway shows
One call, I'm sittin' front row
One wrong call from your ex nigga
Sayin' dumb shit'll get him sent home
One call and my niggas ten toes
Down to go wherever I say go
Even if we gotta travel 'cross the globe
Down to take you to the end of the road, for real

The way (The way) you make me feel these days
(You make me feel these days)
Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl
Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl
Burn somebody block for you
The way you make me feel these days
Comin' out my body for you, baby girl
Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl
Comin' out my body for you

It's Eazy
It's an obsession
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's an E-Mix, God bless y'all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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