Drake & Qendresa – Slap The City Lyrics

Drake & Qendresa – Slap The City Lyrics
Slap The City
Drake & Qendresa
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    "Slap The City." - Drake & Qendresa

    Album: HABIBTI
    Track No: 03

    Yeah
    Your waist so nice to grip, didn't cost a grip
    Natural on the hips, waitin' for a hint
    Stare into your eyes, lost in abyss
    Didn't say your name, should I call you "Miss"?
    Should I call you "Twizz"? Should I call you "Twin"?
    Put your number in, I'll call you soon
    Take you on a jet, there's plenty room
    Even bedrooms, case you wanna snooze
    Or just get loose, fly you to wherever, even to the Moon
    Girl, I like you, but you know exactly what I really wanna do
    Before I met you, I was alone
    I feel like I'm always alone
    Just thinkin', like
    Big crib, but I feel like no one's home
    Will I find love or will I stay alone?
    Damn, come on, must be someone in my phone
    That loves me just for me, I don't know
    And before that, we've been movin' like dogs, I can't even lie
    Before I met you
    Two hundred girls filled the crib, who summoned 'em?
    Spade or Astro, it must be one of them
    Better find love 'fore we slap the whole city in and there ain't nothin' left
    I
    I don't wanna play around, baby
    Oh, no
    Ooh-ooh
    I don't wanna play around
    I don't wanna play around
    Baby, ooh-ooh
    I don't wanna play around, baby
    Loyalty is everything where I'm from
    Oh, no
    Ooh-ooh
    That's why I don't play around
    I don't wanna play around
    I don't play around
    I'm either in or I'm out
    Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh
    So baby, show me some'
    Yeah, you treat Clase Azul like it's apple juice
    You say, "Smokin' weed good for you, natural"
    You expect men you fuckin' to buy you nice things, but you wouldn't call it transactional
    You say you downloaded Hinge, but no one's compatible, nothin' was magical
    There's no one you matchin' with
    You say I slapped the whole city, you slapped up like half of it, let's not get accurate
    There ain't no point in pullin' out my record and trackin' it, preach what you practicin'
    Yeah, I did what I did and I've done what I've done, and girl, nothing's an accident
    You went to Queen's University, now you a graduate, shout-out your family them
    You say you need someone passionate, girl, you know we in a city of savages
    Yeah, most girls in the city will come to my house and they know where the bathroom is
    I know some girls for directors that's casting if they out here lookin' for actresses
    The same ones that say they don't care about looks, but they know what attractive is
    Don't try and tell your man good things come in no small ass packages, you need a daggerin'
    I'm finally ready to see you, I promise I'm burning my candles and flippin' my mattresses
    You want to try somethin' different with me, I can set up the camera and make you an amateur
    She want the fit off the mannequin, she want a reason to get out of Canada
    I don't wanna play around, baby
    I don't wanna play around
    Ooh-ooh
    I don't wanna play around, baby
    Loyalty is everything where I'm from
    Oh, no
    Ooh-ooh
    That's why I don't play around
    I don't wanna play around
    I don't play around
    I'm either in or I'm out
    Baby
    Ooh-oh
    So baby, show me some'

    Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham.

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