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Miss Me

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I said tell me what’s really going on?

Drizzy back up in this thing I’m ready, what’s happening?

Gone for surgery, but now I’m back again

I’m ’bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win

 

World Series attitude, champagne bottle life

Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night

I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as ice

Every time you see me, I look like I hit the lotto twice

 

Drake you got ’em right, yeah, I got ’em bun

I love myself ’cause I swear their life is just not as fun

Nic’s got the weed, Hush got a gun

CJ’s got my credit cards and a lot of ones

 

Yeah, I’m in the city of the purple sprite

Someone tell Malaya I’m on fire, she should work tonight

Call her King of Diamonds and tell China it be worth the flight

I’ll be at my table, stacking dollars to the perfect height

 

Work something, let’s work something basis

She just tryna make it so she right here gettin’ naked

I don’t judge her, I don’t judge her, but I could never love her

‘Cause to her I’m just a rapper and since she’ll have met another

 

That’s why me and Lil’ Jazz ’bout to spaz, can you keep up?

I’m just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up

Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything

And Drake just stand for do right and kill everything

 

I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I’d admit it

I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it

And girl, I’m fucking serious, I’m with it if you with it

‘Cause your verses turn me on, and your pants are mighty fitted

 

Uh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment

Like I catch ’em stealing flows ’cause I swear I never loaned it

And life ain’t a rehearsal, the camera’s always rollin’

So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin’

 

‘Cause it’s on, yeah, girl, it’s on

You know what it is when I finally make it home

I just thought that you miss me a little when I’m gone

Yeah, that you miss me a little when I’m gone

 

Hey, you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for

I know things have changed, know I used to be around more

But you should miss a little when I’m gone

I just hope that you miss me a little when I’m gone

 

Oh shit, motherfucker, goddamn

Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam

Getting money everyday, I’ma groundhog

‘Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball

 

I walk light so I don’t piss the ground off

Man, I swear my bitches do it ’til they suck the brown off

Ew, that’s nasty

Yes, I am Weezy, but I ain’t asthmatic

 

Jae’s buyin’ cologne, honey I put on

Make ’em run and tell they friends like a marathon

Voice baritone, haters carry on

Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes

 

Young Money, Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone

When she masturbate to me, that’s how she learn every song

To women I condone, better write me when I’m gone

No I’m not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack bone

 

I’m a love machine and I won’t work for nobody but you

It’s only me and her because the Bugatti a coupe

It’s blood gang slime but I parlay with Snoop

 

I ain’t lying I shoot, you don’t need signs for proof

Turn you to a vegetable like you lining soup

And when I’m in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose

Man, I got so many styles, I am a group

 

Damn, I be gone ’til November

But fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, I know Drizzy gon’ kill ’em

I’m sticking to the script like lint on denim

Mama said if the rules ain’t bent don’t bend ’em

 

Real nigga talking, shut the fuck up, ho

Gotta do it one time for Haiti, what up Zoe?

Weezy F baby and the F is for front do’

‘Cause that’s where I bring it, so if you bang it, motherfucker

 

Yeah, girl, it’s on

You know what it is when I finally make it home

I just hope that you miss me a little when I’m gone

Yeah, I hope that you miss me a little when I’m gone

 

Hey, you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for

I know things have changed, know I used to be around more

But you should miss a little when I’m gone

I just hope that you miss me a little when I’m gone, gone, gone

 

Fab in the house, J.J., Lay Boy

H time

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

 

I just hope that you miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me

Miss me a little when I’m gone

Miss me a little when I’m gone, gone, gone

 

 

 

 

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