Love this soing !

im the one twice over....the new eleven

man that shit is ice cold... thats undeniable!

love drake!

this the shit.on life it's gettin off

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this my shit

"Ignant Shit"
(feat. Lil' Wayne)


[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 ryan
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 an 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
An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyein me all hard
An lyin to they girls an 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 an 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 labels to offer 'em good figures
An 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 off
First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go

[Lil Wayne:]
An I take probation
I don't want that t.I. an vick vacation
Private plane, big location
Goin to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, ion stunt, I stunt hard
An 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 an 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 sigfried
Whoo! young mulah baybee, yeah

"Ignant Shit"
(feat. Lil' Wayne)


[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 ryan
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 an 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
An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eyein me all hard
An lyin to they girls an 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 an 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 labels to offer 'em good figures
An 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 off
First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go

[Lil Wayne:]
An I take probation
I don't want that t.I. an vick vacation
Private plane, big location
Goin to the bank to make a big donation
Yeah, ion stunt, I stunt hard
An 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 an 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 sigfried
Whoo! young mulah baybee, yeah

Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight.
It’s been a moment since I’ve done some public speaking.
I find now-a-days it’s, you know, best to keep quiet.
But uh, sometimes you just got to let it out.
Young angel and young lion! You know what it is.


(Drizzy Drake)
I’m the property of October
I ain’t drive here, I got chauffeured
Bring me champagne, flutes, rosay and some shots over.
I think better when I’m not sober.
I smoke goody no glaucoma, Imma stock holda
Private flights back home no stop over
Still spittin the shit that they shot Pac over
The shit my mother look shocked over
Yeah, but when a canvas I’m a group of 7
A migraine take 2 Excedrin.
I’m the one twice over, I’m the new 11
And if I die Imma do a reppin, I never do a second
I swear niggas be eying me all hard
And lieing to their girls and driving the same cars
Sittin’ there wishin’ they problems became ours
Cuz we have nothing in common since I done became star
I done became bigger, swervin’ right into my peer’s lanes
Same dudes that used to holla my engineer’s names
One touch I can make the drapes and the sheers change
And show me the city that I without fear claim
What I said seems to never extinguish
Coolest kid out, baby word to Chuck English
Count my own money see the paper cut fingers
My song is your girlfriends wake-up ringer
Or alarm or whatever
She be here at 6 in the morn if I let her
But I never get attracted to fans
Cuz a eager could be the could be the collapse of a dam
Always knew that I could figure,
How to get these label head to offer him good figures
And me doin’ the shows gettin’ everyone nervous
Cuz them hipsters gon’ have to get along with them hood niggas
It’s all good I’m goin’ off like lights when the shows over
Make pasta rent a movie call hoes over
Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I’m no joker
I’ll slow roast ya, got no holsta
Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster
Burnt bread everyday boi no toaster
Jin tans got a cig but I’m no smoker
They just handed chips to me nigga no poker
I’m wit it young money cash money solja
My cup runneth over
The same niggas I ball with… I fall with
On some southern draw shit
Rookie of the year 06’ Chris Paul shit
D.R., C.J. and Po I see ya’ll.
These cases don’t work out I hope we can agree on
Makin’ enough to pay any Judge Judy off
First thing Imma do is free Weezy… Go!


(Weezy F.)

And I take probation, I don’t want that T.I. and Vick vacation.
Private plane, pick location, I’m going 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 Jr. fightin’ the drugs and gun charge…
Shit, don’t leave me unguarded and Imma cheese head say word to Vince Lombardi.
Word to Marky Mark, leave a snitch tea party, all that blood like the red tea party.
My gun go crazy like its retarded, red light on it like its recording.
I ain’t recording I’m just C4ing, my currency foreign
We are in a league they aren’t.
Better dig in your pocket and pay homage
Better cover your eyes, your 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 pits don’t have comments for your garments
I’m so high I can vomit on a commit
K why no homo I’m on it, Weezy F. Baby new bomb bitch
You know what they say bout when your palm itch.
I’m gon’ get money, money I’m gon’ get
Young Money in your tummy and we gon’ shit
And get that toilet paper quick like when bones spit
That’s right bitch I’m back on my grown shit,
That all them other gay no ice just that chrome shit.
And your boyfriend is softer than a foam pit.
I scream, “Fuck the world!” with a long dick.
Mother fucker I’m me, yeah bitch I’m me, you niggas sweet like the pussy in which I eat.
Fireman burn down, your entire street
So fly Imma take off when I leap. BYE!
And you can suck my wings, stand on my money head-butt Yao Ming
Put ya hand in the oven if you touch my things
I’m shuffling the cards bout to cut my queens
But I ain’t the deala, house full of bitches like Tila Tequila.
I’m the man in the mirror my swagga just screamin’ “mother fucka do ya hear her!”
Drizzy Drake with the lick read, we make magic boy, Roy and Sigfried!


These are the corrected lyrics I put up there. Enjoy.