Drake – The Streets Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Okay, okay, okay

[Verse: Drake]
Demons just got out the can
I get my dough in advance
Love is just not in my plans
Not even taking a chance
Studio right in my yard
I’m doing ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock in the streets
Shoutout to T.E.D. 3
And he rollin’ here ’cause of me
You don’t know nothing ’bout me
Life with my brothers is deep
Long as they are on they feet
Long as they pockets is grease
I’m in the penthouse, but still nothing is sweet
Yosalinda with the pen issa sweep
Taller in person, you’ll see when we meet
I heard you’re new shit and I’m kissing my teeth

[Verse: Giggs]
Gimme that dirty, dirty
Ringing that dirty, dirty
Bringing that certi
Ringing off thirty
And you already know I love them breast, lookin’ all perky
Lookin’ all christmas giftwrap, lookin’ all turkey
Spin jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin’ all churchey
Fingers all itching, twitching, lookin’ all jerky
Even that white girl, cooking that Cersei
I was pushing that dark shit, pushing that charcoal
Like this is that big bag, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that asshole
Man are gettin’ bread now, this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder
I’m a black man, government earner
Coulda just slapped man, but he wanted it further
Batman, tu-nu-nu-tu-du!

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