Drake – Family Matters Lyrics
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Family Matters Lyrics
Maybe in this song you shouldn’t start by saying
Nigga I said it, I know that you mad
I’ve emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
I gotta go bad
Nigga
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set then get your ass a DP
You know who really bang a set, my nigga YG
You know who even bang out a set out there is CB
Nigga cole losing sleep on this it ain’t me
You better have some paperwork or that shit is fake tea
Can’t be rapping ’bout no ratting that we can’t read
I mean its true a nigga slimеd me for my ap
Just like how Metro slimеd a nigga for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention nigga say please
Always rapping like you bout to get the slaves free
You just acting like a activist it’s make believe
But you won’t even go into your hood and plant money trees
You say you hate the girls I fuck but what ya really mean?
I been with black and white and everything that’s in between
You the black massiah wifing up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some bobby shit I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in your late teens
Why you never hold your son and say cheese?
We coulda left the kids outta this, don’t blame me
You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin, “save me”
You did her dirty all her life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free
Don’t make it dave freeze
Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty fuckin’ sense to me
Ayy, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass bitch
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free
Yeah, yeah
Well not that kind of free, I’m talkin’ ’bout my nigga Dave
Your man a little K, we call that shit a mini Drac’
He always said I overlooked him, I was staring straight
These bars go over Kenny head, no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said, “Uh, uh”
Almost started reaching for my waist
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
