Drake – God’s Plan

[Intro]
Yeah, they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me, yuh

[Verse 1]
I been movin’ calm, don’t start no trouble with me
Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me
Don’t pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me
You know how I like it when you lovin’ on me
I don’t wanna die for them to miss me
Yes, I see the things that they wishin’ on me
Hope I got some brothers that outlive me
They gon’ tell the story, shit was different with me

[Chorus 1]
God’s plan, God’s plan
I hold back, sometimes I won’t, yuh
I feel good, sometimes I don’t, ayy, don’t
I finessed down Weston Road, ayy, ‘nessed
Might go down a G.O.D., yeah, wait
I go hard on Southside G, yuh, wait
I make sure that north-side eat

[Post-Chorus]
And still, bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Yuh, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
She said, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly”
I only love my bed and my mama, I’m sorry
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
Without 40, Oli, there’d be no me
Imagine if I never met the broskies

[Chorus 2]
God’s plan, God’s plan
I can’t do this on my own, ayy, no, ayy
Someone watchin’ this shit close, yep, close
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road, ayy, road, ayy
Might go down as G.O.D., yeah, wait
I go hard on Southside G, ayy, wait
I make sure that north-side eat, yuh

[Post-Chorus]
And still, bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me, yeah, yeah
Bad things
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me, yeah

Post Malone – Rockstar ft. 21 Savage

[Intro: Post Malone]
Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (‘Sta)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (‘Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’: “Rest in peace to Bon Scott” (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison (‘Son, ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car (Car, ayy)
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, “I’m with the band” (Ayy, ayy)
Now she actin’ outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (‘Sta)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (‘Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (Bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, “¡No más!” (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, “Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?” (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (Big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’, “Where the coke at?” (21, 21)
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar (Ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (‘Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas (‘Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

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