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8 Out Of 10 Lyrics By Drake

    drake
    too rich for who y’all just got rich again
    who grips the mic and likes to kill they friends
    i’ve never been the type to make amends
    if shit was at a eight we like to we like to we like to
    yeah if shit was at a eight we like to make it ten
    da sent this in i’m goin’ up all the way
    i don’t like to talk when there’s nothin’ else left to say true

    drake
    drizzy ’bout to drop the game is in disarray
    i’d tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day
    your sister is pressin’ play your trainer is pressin’ play
    your wifey your wifey your wifey your wifey true

    drake
    i gotta breathe real deep when i catch an attitude
    i got a whole ‘nother level that i can tap into
    max said they only blessed when they attached to you
    the only deadbeats is whatever beats i been rappin’ to true
    and the product is still the best though
    it’s only good in my city because i said so
    just to fit the estate man i had to copperfield like presto
    voilà tada true

    drake
    never a matter of could i or should i
    kiss my son on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye
    as luck would have it i’ve settled into my role as the good guy
    i guess luck is on your side
    i guess luck is on your side
    all sevens no sixes rest easy get some shut eye
    hold on hold up but i

    drake
    miss makin’ ’em pay
    helipad from will smith crib straight to the stage
    three forum shows but i played staples today
    the neighborhood is smokey y’all stay safe in this place true

    drake
    drizzy ’bout to drop the game is in disarray
    i’d tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day
    your niggas is pressin’ play your nanny is pressin’ play
    your wifey your wifey your wifey your wifey true

    drake
    had to go and hit reset now we here
    i been on top for three sets of three years
    i can’t be around the niggas you minglin’ with
    i can’t fly if i could sit on the wing of that shit true
    i try to pay it less mind
    they been keepin’ tabs on me like i’m payin’ next time
    i think i sense a little fear from the other side
    white vans parked across the street real subtle guys true

    drake
    yeah never a matter of could i or should i
    kiss my mom on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye
    as luck would have it i’ve settled into my role as the good guy
    i guess luck is on your side
    i guess luck is on your side
    all sevens no sixes rest easy get some shut eye
    hold on hold up but i

    plies
    hahaha i can’t argue with you no you mad
    look at you you mad you big mad haheheh
    i’m happy leave me alone
    i just want some money a lot of money
    i don’t get paid to argue with you
    no who is you you ain’t nobody
    you mad

    Artist: Drake

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 279