July 15, 2013

  • Best I Ever Had - Drake

     

    You know a lot of girls be
    Thinking my songs are about them
    This is not to get confused, this one's for you

     

    [Hook]
    Baby you my everything, you all I ever wanted
    We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
    You be up on everything other hoes ain't never on it
    I want this forever I swear I can spend whatever on it
    Cause she hold me down everytime I hit her up
    When I get right I promise that we 'gon live it up
    She made me beg for it, till she give it up
    And I say the same thing every single time
    I say you the fuckin best, you the fuckin best
    You the fuckin best, you the fuckin best
    You the best I ever had, best I ever had
    Best I ever had, best I ever had
    I say you the fuckin best

     

    [Verse 1]
    Know you got a roommate, call me when there's no one there
    Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there
    (Yup!) I be over there shawty I be over there
    I be hitting all the spots that you ain't even know it's there
    Ha! And you don't even have to ask twice
    You could have me heart, we could share it like the last slice
    Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life
    Have a nigga thinking he met you in the past life
    Sweat pants hair tied chilling with no make up on
    That's when your the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong
    You don't even trip when friends say you ain't bringing Drake along
    You know that I'm working I'll be there soon as I make it home
    And she a patient in my waiting room
    Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume
    And till them girls prove it
    I'm the one that never get confused with cause

     

    [Hook]

     

    [Verse 2]
    Sex, Love, Pain baby, I be on that Tank shit
    Buzz so big, I could pro'lly sell a blank disc
    When my album drop, bitches'll buy it for the picture
    And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister
    Magazine paper girl, the money ain't the issue
    They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial
    She call me the referee, cause I be so official
    My shirt ain't got no stripes, but I can make your pussy whistle
    Like the Andy Griffith theme song
    ...And who told you to put them jeans on?
    Double cup love, you the one I lean on
    Feeling for a fix then you should really get ya fiend on
    Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot
    Every single show she out there repping like a mascot
    Get it from the back and make your fuckin' bra strap pop
    All up in ya slot til the nigga hit the jackpot

     

    [Hook]

     

    [Outro]
    See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody
    Just make sure they that special somebody
    Young Money, yeah, you know who you are

     

     

     

    This song is better in my head because I only sing this part wrong over and over

    Baby you my everything, you all I ever wanted
    you be up on everything, bigger than you ever done it

    Oh well

    Leah K.

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