Drake – Pop Style Lyrics

Drake – Pop Style Lyrics
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Drake
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    "Pop Style." - Drake

    Album: Views
    Track No: 15
    Yeah, yeah
    Dropped outta school, now we dumb rich (Dumb rich)
    This sound like some 4301 shit (One shit)
    All my **** wanna do is pop style (Pop style)
    Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (A lifestyle)
    Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it (Do not make it)
    Got so many chains, they call me Chaining Tatum (They do, they do)
    And I like to finish what you think you started
    Man, you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
    You don't know what you just started
    All I do is hang with the young and heartless
    All this for my family, man, I tried my hardest
    It's all I ever did, and look where it got him
    Yeah, you been on my mind lately
    You still got my number, girl, you need to call me
    I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
    But you know I always handle that one my way
    Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
    Justin Timberlake, and then I hit the highway
    I can't trust no fuckin' body
    They still out to get me, 'cause they never got me
    They still out to get me, I don't get it
    I cannot be gotten, that's a given
    Yeah, give a real **** a number one
    Even though I got like twenty-one
    Cannot be me, I'm a one-of-one
    Schoolin' your ass, like 101
    They been out here tryna slide on me
    They been out here tellin' lies on me
    Everybody lookin' out for themselves
    But they still got they eyes on me
    See me puttin' in the hard work now
    Mama doesn't have to call work now
    I decide when I start work now
    Problems hit the gym, they all work out
    MVP, MVP, '09 all the way to '16
    Even that season lookin' like a breeze
    Lot of y'all ain't built for the league, yeah
    Trade you off the team while you're in your sleep, yeah
    Y'all showed me that nothing's guaranteed
    And you don't know what you started
    My friend's chain so big that he look like the artist
    I can't trust no fuckin' body
    They still out to get me, 'cause they never got me
    Dropped outta school, now we dumb rich (Dumb rich)
    This sound like some 4310 shit (One shit)
    All my **** wanna do is pop style (Pop style)
    Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (A lifestyle)

    Writer(s): Noah "40" Shebib, Shawn Carter, Kanye West, Adam Feeney, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Aubrey Drake Graham & Rupert Thomas Jr..

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