เพลง Ignant Shit (Explicit)

Ignant Shit - Drake (德雷克)/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Lyrics by：A. Graham/D. Carter/S. Carter/D. Grant/M. Isley/O. Isley/E. Isley/Ronald Isley/Rudolph Isley/C. Jasper

Composed by：A. Graham/D. Carter/S. Carter/D. Grant/M. Isley/O. Isley/E. Isley/Ronald Isley/Rudolph Isley/C. Jasper

Produced by：Just Blaze

Yeah I appreciate your patience tonight

It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking

I find nowadays it's you know best to keep quiet

But I sometimes you just gotta let it out

Young angel and young lion you know what it is

Look I'm the property of october

I ain't drive here I got chauffeured

Bring me champagne flutes rosé and some shots over

I think better when I'm not sober

I smoke goodie no glaucoma I'm a stockholder

Private flights back home no stop over

Still spittin' that s**t that they shot pac over

The s**t my mother look shocked over

Yeah but with a canvas I'm the group of seven

A migraine take two excedrin

I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven

And if I die

I'ma do it reppin' I never do a second

I swear n***as be eyein' me all hard

And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same cars

Sittin' there wishin' their problems became ours

'Cause we have nothin' in common since I done became star

I done became bigger swervin' writin' in my peers' lane

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 english

Count my own money see the paper cut fingers

My song is your girlfriend's waking-up ringer

Or alarm or whatever

She be here at six in the morn' if I let her

But I never get attracted to fans

'Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam

I always knew that I could figure

How to get these label heads to offer him good figures

And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous

'Cause them hipsters gon' have to get along with them hood n***as

It's all good I'm goin' off like lights when the show's over

Make pasta rent a movie call 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 n***a no coaster

Burn bread everyday boy no toaster

G and tez got a sig but I'm no smoker

They just handin' chips to me n***a no poker

I'm with it young money cash money soldier

My cup runneth over

The same n***as I ball with I fall with

On some southern drawl s**t

Rookie of the year '06 chris paul s**t

D-r cj and 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'ma do is free weezy go

And I'd take probation

I don't want that TI and vick vacation

Private plane pick location

I'm goin' to the bank to make a big donation

Yeah I don't stunt I stunt hard

And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it

But in the meantime you can call me young roy

Jones jr fightin' the drugs and gun charge

S**t don't leave me unguarded

And I'm a cheesehead word to vince lombardi

Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed

All that blood like the red sea parted

My gun go crazy like it's retarded

Red light on it like it's recording

I ain't recordin' I'm just c-4in'

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 d**n 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 new born b***h

You know what they say 'bout when your palm itch

I'm gon' get money money I'm gon' get

Young money in your tummy and we gon' s**t

And get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit

That's right b***h I'm back on my grown s**t

That audemars piguet no ice just chrome s**t

And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit

I scream f**k the world with a long dick

Motherf**ker I'm me yeah b***h I'm me

You n***as sweet like the p***y in which I eat

Fireman burn down your entire street

So fly I'ma take off when I leap

Bye and you can suck my wings

Stand on my money headbutt yao ming

Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things

I'm shufflin' the cards 'bout to cut my queens

Yeah

But I ain't the dealer

House full of b***hes like tila tequila

Yeah I'm the man in the mirror

My swagger just screamin' motherf**ker do you hear her

Yeah drizzy drake what the lick read

We make magic boy roy and siegfried

Wow young mula baby

Yeah