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9 AM In Dallas Lyrics By Drake

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    these are my one st thomas flows
    me my niggas and some madonna hoes
    that look just like virgins but trust they down to go
    discussing life and all our common goals
    smart kids that smoke weed honor roll
    look how the champagne diamonds glow
    fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low
    i’m in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling
    whatever it is i got it’s clearly appealing
    these other rappers getting that inferior feeling
    i hope you feel it in your soul spiritual healing
    take a look at yourself the mirror’s revealing
    if you ain’t got it you ain’t got it the theory is brilliant
    people ask how music is going i heard it pays
    i just came off making two million in 0 days
    damn i guess it does is what the message was
    sometimes i feel i be spending my money just because
    with weezy i’m just out here repping us
    ’til i get to shake the hand of the man that’s blessing us
    yeah i know these niggas miss the mean lyrics
    kush got the room smelling like teen spirit
    i ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up
    until i lose for now i’m the game’s single leader
    i fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up
    and book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up
    who you like tell me who it is
    i’mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list
    i should call it a night but fuck it i can’t resist
    this one is for all the niggas from my city trying to diss
    without a response from me you really fail to exist
    and i love to see you fail that feeling there is the shit
    i swear pussy nigga get your bread up
    enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up
    why your scary ass looking down pick ya head up
    no one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous getup
    with noseplugs in now i can smell the setup
    so you just wasting your time you only making me better yeah
    i try to tell them don’t judge me because you heard stuff
    chase n cash that’s my brother from the surf club
    damn that nigga always kept it so hood
    back when we would smoke good at the oakwoods
    and have girls fall through like coins in the couch
    now we just fucking all the bitches they warned us about
    scared for the first time everything just clicked
    what if i don’t really do the numbers they predict
    considering the fact that i’m the one that they just picked
    to write a chapter in history this shit has got me sick
    but if i really do it don’t expect to get a split
    cause this truly is some shit i don’t expect for y’all to get
    i’m nervous but i’mma kill it cause they ’bout to let the realest team in
    throwing up in the huddle nigga willie beamen
    but still throwing touchdown passes
    in tortoise frame glasses hopin’ that someone catch it
    people say that old drake we startin’ to miss it
    but they need to be a little more specific
    is this what y’all want in my best chris tucker impression
    ducking your questions fuck your suggestions
    money gets all of my love and affection
    cars all black like the cover of essence
    i’m allergic to coming in second but i never sneeze
    ymoe nigga yeah

    uh yeah this what yall want
    octobers very own
    young money
    atf
    thank me later in this bitch wasssup
    free weezy in this bitch wasup
    june 5th in this bitch wasup
    noel thats it ahhhhhh

    Artist: Drake

    Year: 2010

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 331