Drake by Kyim Jordan Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kyim Jordan]
Yo I heard girls like Drake, also that they want to have fun
I need me a chick with no panties
I bet your crush’s boyfriend name Danny
But are my eyes red like Lucifer
Chilling in the spot, don’t move me cuz
Wear mad fur that coochie pur
All I know is rapping and culture, shawty
I put a spell on these hoes. Aye, you know
All these fucking diamonds and Chanel
That’s regular-degular though
That’s a lot of lean you gon never have a cold
I make a lot of green so I never get old
If 12 come at me I’m not going to say shit
I ain’t nеver gon fold unless they givе me hella gold
I ain’t even do that shit, I ain’t even look damn
I forgot the digits, woah, but I still beat, damn
I ain’t even know that bitch, I ain’t even know her name
I just met her today but I still do that shit
The way that she’s moving her fragrance and all that give me the heebie jeebies
I’m fucking a bitch named Niecy
You know that my wrist is freezing
I’m cold in like most the weather
Don’t act like there’s nothing better
I’m fucking your girl, you ask her
I’m wearing Chanel the sweater
[Verse 2: RL $teezy]
I'm where she wanna be, she’s creeping to my section
Put her ass on my midsection while I’m steady texting, message not delivered
Henny killed my liver. I’m too cold she shiver
Fuck her good, she start to quiver
She knocking down my wood I yell out timber (watch out bitch)
She’s eating me like dinner, I am a five course meal (she hungry)
Baby here is the deal if we fuck you cannot squeal
I’m a man of mystery, a machine when I get up in the Polo sheets
Niggas be stealing my moves so I just steal they boo
I can’t deny it I’m laced in designer
Ya bitch cannot dress with me
Ya bitch she want to touch on me
Wanna sex on me
Wanna touch on me wanna sex on me
(she wanna touch on me)
[Hook: Shelly Ferrell]
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Choosing choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Choosing choosing
[Verse 3: Shelly Ferrell]
Damn these girls they be choosing
My game be slick like the ruler
I might just pull up and scoop her
Psych nah I’m sending that Uber
Then I dive in it like scuba
She gave me the keys like a super
A super? A super
S on my chest I'm cooking up next
Dropping them bombs like Funkmaster Flex
If you want war my boys aiming them tecs
Doo! Doo! Doo! Doo! Like a Kendrick adlib
Hold up, wait... switch it up, yeh
I heard Kyim and he cooking up
Steezy came through now we cooking up
We in the studio cooking up
We fly as hell got them looking up
Top shelf-Top shelf
We poppin, big clock in that pendulum swing (swing swing swing)
Yeah we ring bells, you hear them shits ring
Bitch we been buzzing just spreading our wings
Phone line been jumping like blicky blank
She want the sauce so I gave her that thing
Fuck with the boss and come get the game
[Outro: Kyim Jordan]
Don’t be walking around looking bad as shit
Only for me to find out that you mad as shit
You feeling tragic bitch, this Johnson Magic, bitch
Don’t worry shawty bitch, I’m Supreme Patty rich
Looking for the juice have this spit
2481 suck this dick
Yeah, 2481 shit only man
Whole lotta money in my pocket
Swag swag swag, i’m bringing that back
Swag is a word again
SWAAAAAG
Yo I heard girls like Drake, also that they want to have fun
I need me a chick with no panties
I bet your crush’s boyfriend name Danny
But are my eyes red like Lucifer
Chilling in the spot, don’t move me cuz
Wear mad fur that coochie pur
All I know is rapping and culture, shawty
I put a spell on these hoes. Aye, you know
All these fucking diamonds and Chanel
That’s regular-degular though
That’s a lot of lean you gon never have a cold
I make a lot of green so I never get old
If 12 come at me I’m not going to say shit
I ain’t nеver gon fold unless they givе me hella gold
I ain’t even do that shit, I ain’t even look damn
I forgot the digits, woah, but I still beat, damn
I ain’t even know that bitch, I ain’t even know her name
I just met her today but I still do that shit
The way that she’s moving her fragrance and all that give me the heebie jeebies
I’m fucking a bitch named Niecy
You know that my wrist is freezing
I’m cold in like most the weather
Don’t act like there’s nothing better
I’m fucking your girl, you ask her
I’m wearing Chanel the sweater
[Verse 2: RL $teezy]
I'm where she wanna be, she’s creeping to my section
Put her ass on my midsection while I’m steady texting, message not delivered
Henny killed my liver. I’m too cold she shiver
Fuck her good, she start to quiver
She knocking down my wood I yell out timber (watch out bitch)
She’s eating me like dinner, I am a five course meal (she hungry)
Baby here is the deal if we fuck you cannot squeal
I’m a man of mystery, a machine when I get up in the Polo sheets
Niggas be stealing my moves so I just steal they boo
I can’t deny it I’m laced in designer
Ya bitch cannot dress with me
Ya bitch she want to touch on me
Wanna sex on me
Wanna touch on me wanna sex on me
(she wanna touch on me)
[Hook: Shelly Ferrell]
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Choosing choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Damn these girls they be choosing
Choosing choosing
[Verse 3: Shelly Ferrell]
Damn these girls they be choosing
My game be slick like the ruler
I might just pull up and scoop her
Psych nah I’m sending that Uber
Then I dive in it like scuba
She gave me the keys like a super
A super? A super
S on my chest I'm cooking up next
Dropping them bombs like Funkmaster Flex
If you want war my boys aiming them tecs
Doo! Doo! Doo! Doo! Like a Kendrick adlib
Hold up, wait... switch it up, yeh
I heard Kyim and he cooking up
Steezy came through now we cooking up
We in the studio cooking up
We fly as hell got them looking up
Top shelf-Top shelf
We poppin, big clock in that pendulum swing (swing swing swing)
Yeah we ring bells, you hear them shits ring
Bitch we been buzzing just spreading our wings
Phone line been jumping like blicky blank
She want the sauce so I gave her that thing
Fuck with the boss and come get the game
[Outro: Kyim Jordan]
Don’t be walking around looking bad as shit
Only for me to find out that you mad as shit
You feeling tragic bitch, this Johnson Magic, bitch
Don’t worry shawty bitch, I’m Supreme Patty rich
Looking for the juice have this spit
2481 suck this dick
Yeah, 2481 shit only man
Whole lotta money in my pocket
Swag swag swag, i’m bringing that back
Swag is a word again
SWAAAAAG