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Privileged Rappers Lyrics by Drake Drake , 21 Savage
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Whoa, whoa, yeah
Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a nigga ain't lyin'
Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it
Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it
Whoa, she love me so much, it seem like she biased
Niggas don't know how I live, but that's 'cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy
4L step team steppin' on shit 'til it's quiet
He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's have sex in the Nines
Breakin' and bendin' her spine
I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed
Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide
Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain't never been biased
Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of 'em died?
Hol' up hol' up hol' up
Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed?
Textin' emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must've went over her head
Catch him outside of the studio make him repeat what he said
Yeah, yeah, let's have sex in the car
The Maybach came with a bar
I'm wipin' my dick with her bra
Sniped his ass, he got hit in the head from far
Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all
How you come over to the spot when you know it's your time of the month?
Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt
She say she hungry, I gave her dick for brunch
Send me my whole fee, I don't do backends and fronts
No, no, no
Let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's have sex in the Nines
Breakin' and bendin' her spine
I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed
Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time
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