Diplomatic Immunity lyrics by Drake

Diplomatic immunity, fuck 'em
All that peace and that unity
All that weak shit'll ruin me, fuck 'em, yeah
'Cause niggas started talkin' to me like I'm slowin'
down
Opinions over statistics, of course
Gassed off journalistic
Come at me and all you'll get is the ballistic report
Booked a private room at Wylie's, waiter twistin' the
cork
I got multi-colored rings like the Olympics, of
course
At award shows, cuttin' through the tension, of
course
Girls huggin' me then askin' me, "what scent that is,
boy?"
I be walkin' around the Six, like I invented it, boy
Yeah, who am I? The do or die, the one with the
fewest lies
And the truest ties, they try to compare us but
Like a job straight out of high school
There's no you and I
I taught you everything you know, now you got
student pride
All factual
I call the house, the embassy
The studio, the chapel, I hate to travel
I just pulled up on Solana show, the girl's a natural
I knew her way back when Hollywood was
international
Yeah, the furthest I've been, that's word to my ends
Word to the flags that belong in the hood of my
'Benz

Very presidential, I broke all the codes for zonin' in
my residential
I broke spirits that I never meant to
My body isn't much of a sacred temple, with vodka
and wine
And sleep at the opposite times
Promise shit is gettin' out of line, like when you
make a stencil
Or getting out of line, like when you break a pencil
Violatin' the treaty of Versailles, champagne is the
alias, but no cease and desist in I
I refuse to comply with regulations, I listen to heavy
metal for meditation, no silence
Like Sanders on the Detroit Lions
Get a run around and I'll bury you where they won't
find you
Motor City Casino, I'm at the cage with my old
license
They tell me "don't worry, I got your money" like
Osirus
(I'm the Osiris of this shit)
Dirty 30, workin' on me
Tired of women that may tag me in pictures, airin'
my dirty laundry
Caterin' is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn's favorite
Shit is nice, but I prefer Madeo
Calamari rings and tomato
I got the sauce and now shorty's keep claimin'
"preggo"
Waking up at 6 PM like "where does the day go?"
Forecastin' tornadoes, brainstormin' retaliation at
dinner tables
2010 was when I lost my halo
2017 I lost a J. Lo
A Rotterdam trip had me on front page, though
I had to lay low, Hot Topic like your everyday
clothes
Closed off but I could never stay closed
Billboard awards, I claimed 13 out in Vegas like
Sureños
Black excellence, but I guess when it comes to me
it’s not the same though
All goodie, that just pushed me to do the things we
all couldn’t
Niggas stakin' out the crib, it’s all gravy
Protection that God gave me
Shit is complex like short niggas 'round tall ladies
I gotta watch who I’m talkin' to like it’s all agents
I’ve seen buddin' careers turn to sit around and talk
about other careers, judgin' their peers
Knowledge from niggas who did not contribute to
none of this here
Cover my ears, my security government tier
Yeah, advance the venue so we know the exits
Check the guest list, if opps make an appearance at
least it’s expected
Tell ‘em I don’t want to link like a broken necklace
I’ll be in better company with my own reflection
Mirror, mirror, on the ceilin' of my suite in the Royal
Palace
The TV playin' Al Jazeera
Inshallah, I hope the mission keeps on gettin'
clearer
Whenever, wherever, OVO will always be together
like Shakira
I love, I love
I love, I love it
Baby, I a

God's Plan lyrics by Drake

"God's Plan"
Yeah they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin'
They wishin' on me
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
Guess 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
God's plan, God's plan
I hold back, sometimes I won't (yeah)
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 (yeah, wait)
I make sure that north-side eat

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
Yeah, ayy, ayy
She say, "Do you love me?" I tell her, "Only partly"
I only love my bed and my momma, I'm sorry
50 dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they'll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the 02 into the 03, dog
Without 40, Oli, there would be no me
Imagine if I never met the broski's
God's plan, God's plan
I can't do this on my own (ayy, no, ayy)
Someone watching this shit close (yep, close)
I've been me since Scarlett Road (ayy, road, ayy)
Might go down as G.O.D. (ayy, wait)
I go hard on Southside G (ayy, wait)
I make sure that north-side eat
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 a

Poetic Juice lyrics by Kendrick Lamar Ft Drake

[Intro - Kendrick Lamar:]
Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she
can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high,
hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in
the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume, go, go
[Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar:]
I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain't never
gotta say shit, uh
And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, high
maintenance, uh
Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday
basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room,
would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to
you when
You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my
pen
Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really
wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off, fuck that
Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you
curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that
little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari, nigga, that
ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it
down for real, P.S
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just,
know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just,
know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
[Verse 2 - Drake:]
I really hope you play this, 'cause ol' girl, you test
my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these
one off vacations
You've been taking clearly a lot for me to take in, it
don't make sense
Young East African girl, you too busy fucking with
your other man
I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your momma to the motherland, I
could do it
Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna
need someone
When you figure out it's alright here in the city and
you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but Goddamn, you got
adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to
the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass
in that sundress, ooh
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would
fight less and we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can
tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em
down for real, P.S
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just,
know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just,
know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
[Verse 3 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Every time I write these words, they become a
taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter
here's true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was
proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room,
would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
It's you looking in the mirror, love is not just a verb
It's you looking for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can
both be insane
A fatal attraction is common and what we have
common is pain
I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
And I can see power steering, sex drive when you
swerve
I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it,
uh-huh
That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called
me, uh-huh
Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly and right before you go blind,
P.S

[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just,
know just what you wa

nt
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just,
know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
[Skit:]
"I'm gon' ask you one more time homie, where is
you from? Or it is a problem"
"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?"
"Yo I don't care who this nigga over here for, if he
don't tell where he come, it's a wrap! I'm sorry"
"Hol' up hol' up hol' up, we gon' do it like this, OK?
I'mma tell you where I'm from, OK? You gon' tell me
where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay,
where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay,
OK?"
"Enough with all this talkin"
"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the
car before I snatch you out that motherfucker
homie" a

Where ya at lyrics by Future Ft Drake

[Intro]
I don't wanna hear at that, I don't wanna hear none of that
Talkin' to cameras like "What you need?" and all that shit
Fuck that shit, I don't remember none of that shit

[Hook 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out

[Verse 1: Future]
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving pies?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog? Came through the projects
Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts
Had her rain dance on the dick, ass jumping
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the 'gram, now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the store?
Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco

[Hook 2: Future]
12 tryin' come in the spot to open up the dope
Burglar bar doors got a young nigga confident
Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest
Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion


[Verse 2: Drake]
Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they'd ask was "what's the hold up?"
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we’re paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain’t gon’ pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain’t got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I’m self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I’ll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders

[Hook 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out

[Verse 3: Future]
60 for a walk through, bitch don’t panic
Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Serve a lot of dog food, call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was on my come-up?
The reason I’m here today cause I ain't never gave up

[Hook 1: Future]
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out

[Outro: Future]
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope
Juugin' out the stove and we still bangin', honest
Blowing on the O, yo, we call that ho an onion a

WORK LYRICS BY RIHANNA FT DRAKE

 Work, work, work

   Work, work, work

   You see me I be

   Work, work, work

   Work, work, work

   Do me dirt, dirt, dirt

   Dirt, dirt, dirt

   For some of that

   Work, work, work

   Work, work, work

   For you I got love,

   Love, love, love

   Love, love, love

   When I come for my

   Turn, turn, turn

Join me I deserved it

No time to have you lurking

If I got night, then you might like it

You know I dealt with you, the nicest

Nobody touch me, I'm the righteous

Nobody text me in a crisis

I believe all of your dreams are fruition

You took my heart and my keys and my vision

You took my heart off my sleeve a decoration

You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation

All that I wanted from you was to give me something that I never had

Something that you've never been

But I wake up and everything's wrong

Just got ready for work, work, work 

       (CHORUS)

   Work, work, work

   Work, work, work

   You see me I be

   Work, work, work

   Work, work, work

   You see mee do me

   Dirt, dirt, dirt

   Dirt, dirt, dirt

   For some of that

   Work, work, work

   Work, work, work

   Duh, duh, duh, duh

   For you I got

   Nah, nah, nah

   Nah, nah, nah

   Before the tables

   Turned, turned, turned, turned

Baby something please

Baby don't you leave

Don't leave me stuck here in the streets

If I get another chance to, I will never, no never neglect you

I mean who am I to hold your past against you

I just hope that it gets to you

I hope that you see this through

I hope that you see this true

What can I say?

Please recognise I'm trying baby

I been.....

  (CHORUS)

  DRAKE

Yeah okay

You need to get done, done, done, done

That'll work, come over

We just need to slow the motion

Don't give that away to no one

Long distance, I need you

When I see potential I just gotta see it through

If you had a twin I would still choose you

I don't wanna rush into it, if it's too soon

But I know you need to get done, done, done, done if you come over

Sorry if I'm way less friendly

I got niggas tryna end me

Oh year

I spelled all my emotions tonight, I'm sorry

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

How many shots untill your rolling?

We just need a face to face

You could pick the time and the place

You spent some time away

Now you need to forward and give all the.... 

  (CHORUS)