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drake - push ups كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(whoo kid)
ayy

[verse 1]
i could never be n0body number_one fan
your first number one, i had to put it in your hand
you p_ssies can’t get booked outside america for nan’
i’m out in tokyo because i’m big in j_pan
i’m the hitmaker y’all depend on
backstage in my city, it was friendzone
you won’t ever take no chain off of us
how the f_ck you big steppin’ with a size_seven men’s on?
this the bark with the bite, n_gga, what’s up?
i know my picture on the wall when y’all cook up
extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up
’cause top told you, “drop and give me fifty,” like some push_ups, huh
your last one bricked, you really not on sh_t
they make excuses for you ’cause they hate to see me lit
pull your contract ’cause we gotta see the split
the way you doin’ splits, b_tch, your pants might rip
you better do that motherf_ckin’ show inside the bity
maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
then we need a verse for the swifties
top say drop, you better drop and give ’em fifty
pipsqueak, pipe down
you ain’t in no big three, sza got you wiped down
travis got you wiped down, savage got you wiped down
like your label, boy, you in a scope right now
and you gon’ feel the aftermath of what i write down
i’m at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
just to have this talk with your ass, i had to hike down
big difference ‘tween mike then and mike now
what the f_ck is this, a twenty_v_one, n_gga?
what’s a prince to a king? he a son, n_gga
get more love in the city that you from, n_gga
metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, n_gga
yeah, i’m the 6ix god, i’m the frontrunner
y’all n_gga manager was chubbs lil’ blunt runner
claim the 6ix and you boys ain’t even come from it
and when you boys got rich, you had to run from it
cash blowin’ abel bread, out here trickin’ (out here trickin’)
sh_t we do for b_tches, he doin’ for n_ggas (what the f_ck?)
jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (wicked, wicked)
spend it like you tryna f_ck, boy, you trippin’, boy, you trippin’
drizzy chip ‘n dale, probably got your b_tch chanel
i just got ’em done, boy, don’t make me have to chip a nail
rolling loud stage, y’all were turnt, that was sl!ck as h_ll
sh_t’ll probably change if your bm start to kiss and tell
hugs and kisses, man, don’t tell me ’bout no switches
i’ll be rockin’ every f_ckin’ chain i own next visit, ayy
i be with some bodyguards like whitney
top say drop, your little midget ass better f_ckin’
[chorus]
ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy
drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy
n_ggas really got me out here talkin’ like i’m 50, ayy
n_ggas really got me out here rappin’ what i’m livin’

[verse 2]
i might take your latest girl and cuff her like i’m ricky
can’t believe he jumpin’ in, this n_gga turnin’ fifty
every song that made it on the chart, he got from drizzy
spend that lil’ check you got and stay up out my business
n_gga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin’ out the griddy
we know why you mad, n_gga, i ain’t even trippin’
all that lil’ heartbroken twitter sh_t for b_tches
this for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop
and that f_ckin’ song y’all got did not start the beef with us
this sh_t been brewin’ in a pot, now i’m heatin’ up
i don’t care what cole think, that dot sh_t was weak as f_ck
champagne trippin’, he is not f_ckin’ easin’ up
n_gga callin’ top to see if top wanna peace it up
“top, wanna peace it up? top, wanna peace it up?”
nah, p_ssy, now you on your own when you speakin’ up
you done rolled deep to this, it’s not f_ckin’ deep enough
beggin’ kai cenat, boy, you not f_ckin’ beatin’ us
numbers_wise, i’m out of here, you not f_ckin’ creepin’ up
money_wise, i’m out of here, you not f_ckin’ sneakin’ up
cornball, your show money merch_money fee to us
i’ma let you n_ggas work it out because i seen enough
this ain’t even everything i know, don’t wake the demon up
this ain’t even everything i know, don’t wake the demon up
drop and give me fifty, all you f_ck n_ggas teamin’ up
[interlude: dj akademiks]
what top five you smokin’ on, kendrick?

[outro]
mmm, mmm, yeah
drop, drop, drop, drop
drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
drop a fifty bag, twenty_nine for the thot
uh, i was really, really tryna keep it pg

- drake

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