Drake & 21 Savage – Privileged Rappers Lyrics

Privileged Rappers

Drake & 21 Savage

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"Privileged Rappers." - Drake & 21 Savage

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:11 pm

Album: Her Loss

Track No: 05

Whoa, whoa, yeah
Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a **** ain't lyin'
Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it
Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it
Whoa, she love me so much, it seem like she biased
**** don't know how I live, but that's 'cause they live at the Hyatt, aye
4L step team steppin' on shit till it's quiet
He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's have sex in The Nines (Let's do it)
Breakin' and bendin' her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)
**** be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (For real, for real)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21)
Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain't never been biased (Pussy)
Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of 'em died? (Pussy)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (21, 21, 21)
Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?)
Textin' emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must've went over her head (21)
Catch him outside of the studio, make him repeat what he said (Pussy, pussy, pussy)
Yeah, yeah, let's have sex in the car (On God)
The Maybach came with a bar (21)
I'm wipin' my dick with her bra (21)
Sniped his ass, he got hit in the head from far (Pussy)
Opps get undivided attention, I give them my all (On God)
How you come over to the spot when you know it's your time of the month? (How?)
Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt (Pussy)
She say she hungry, I gave her dick for brunch (On God)
Send me my whole fee, I don't do backends and fronts (21)
No, no, no
Let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, let's have sex in The Nines (Let's do it)
Breakin' and bendin' her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)
**** be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (For real, for real)

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, S. Bin Abraham-Joseph, I. Bynum, Gentuar Memishi, M. McCollum, Noah "40" Shebib, C. Jasper, E. Isley, M. Isley, O.K. Isley & Ronald Isley.

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