HeartlessW's video: Ignorant Shit - Drake Ft Lil Wayne Lyrics

[Talking:] Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young lion You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look, I'm the property of october I ain't drive here I got chauferred Bring me champagne flutes, Rose and some shots over I think better when I'm not sober I smoke good ain't no glaucoma I'm a stockholder, Private flights back home no stop over Still spittin that shit that they shot pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven A migraine, take two excedrin I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven And if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein me all hard And lyin to they girls and drivin the same cars Sittin there wishin they problems became ours Cause we have nothin in common Since I done became star I done became bigger swervin writin in my peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change An show me the city that I without fear claim What I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby word to chuck inglish Count my own money see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's wakin up ringer Heh, 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 figga How to get these label heads to offer 'em good figures And me doin them shows gettin everyone nervous cause Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday boy no toaster G and tez got a cig but I'm no smoker They jus handin chips to me nigga no poker I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier My cup runneth over, The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On some southern drawl shit Rookie of the year, '06 chris paul shit D.r., c.j, an po' I see y'all These cases don't workout I hope we can agree on Makin enough to pay any judge judy off First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go [Lil Wayne:] And I take probation I don't want that t.I. and vick vacation Private plane, big location 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 junior fightin the drugs and gun charge Shit, don't leave me un-guarded And I'm a cheese head 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 recordin I ain't recordin I'm jus C-4'in My currency foreign We are in a league they aren't Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin Watch the game from the side I'm play callin No I didn't say that I'm flawless But I, damn sure don't tarnish My piss don't got comments for ya garments I'm so high I can vomit on a comet K-y no homo I'm on it Weezy f baby new born bitch You know what they say bout when ya palm itch I'm gon get money money I'm gon get Young money in ya tummy and we gon shit An get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit That's right bitch I'm back on my grown shit That oughta marvin gaye no ice just chrome shit And ya boyfriend softer than a phone bit I scream fuck the world with a long dick Motherfucker I'm me, yeah bitch I'm me You niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat Fireman burn down ya entire street So fly I'm a take off when I leap, bye And you can suck my wings Stand on my money headbutt yao ming Putcha hand in the oven if ya touch my things I'm shufflin the cards bout to cut my queens But I ain't the dealer House full of bitches like tila tequila Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror My swagger jus screamin mothafucker do you hear her Drizzy drake what the lick read We make magic boy roy and sigfreid Whoo! young mulah baby, yeah