November 18th

(It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah (Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so high even when I'm coming down Just met a girl say, she from the H-Town I say my name is Drizzy and ain't nobody realer Cup inside a cup, smoking Ghostface Killah Got these boppas going crazy, nigga I'm the man I sent your girl a message, said I'll see you when I can She sent me one back, but I ain't never read it 'Cause p***y's only p***y and I get it when I need it And I'm telling you, I'm as cold as windows down in the winter And I be riding rims were my tires any thinner Airport stunting, flying charters overseas Full of Dom Perignon and the water for the D's Don't know why it happens, every time we alone But here we are again and I swear I'm in my zone So I'ma sip this drink until that mo'fucker gone And you gon' get undressed and we gon' get it on I don't give you the time, you deserve from me This is something I know, I know, I know So tonight I'll just f******u like we're in Houston Taking everything slow, so slow, so slow But I do it to her Draped up, dripped out, know what I'm talking 'bout 3 in the morning, get it popping in the parking lot It's on once again and I never pretend A nigga staying G 'til the end Ayy Yeah, I swear like every time we find ourselves in this situation, you know I just get that feeling like I'm in Houston Candy paint switching colors in the light It's about like 11PM Niggas just rolling through the city Bumping that Screw, Big Moe, UGK, Lil' Keke It feel like everything's just moving slow Let's take my time, I pace it baby, yeah, I'm gone --- November 18th - Drake