Uptown Lyrics Drake

Uptown Lyrics Drake

Title: Uptown Lyrics
Artist: Drake Lyrics

These are Uptown Lyrics by Drake

Yeah

Hardly home but always reppin’

You hardly on and always second

When I’m awake you always restin’

And when they call you the answer you are hardly question

I, I’m doin’ classic shit in all my sessions

Other niggas situations they are all depressin’

That’s why I never follow y’all suggestions

I just always did my own thing

Now I run the game, you stupid mothasuckas

I see all this money through my Ohio state buck-eyes

Shit been goin’ good but good could turn to better

‘Cause you the type to lose her and I’ma ’bout to get her

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell ya friends that I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

Best believe I understand

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell my city I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

You could run and tell my city it’s on

Yeah, wrong way down a one way

Women don’t get saved round me, even on a Sunday

Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wondered who

Then they meet my pop and tell ‘em, “Drake is just a younger you”

And shawty wanna party so don’t let ya girl up out the house

Or there’ll be shots on TMZ of me givin’ her mouth to mouth

Now she’s famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her

I dropped to black cards, I named ‘em Malcolm X and Martin Luther

I don’t ever play but I’m in the game, lady

They just loose to love, those are tennis games, lady

Have you countin’ money goin’ duffel bag crazy

Sippin’ on Pink Floyd and puffin’ Wayne Brady

Damn, whose line is it anyway?

I’m in a daze, you been amazed

Y’all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage

I’m on fire, yep, I been ablaze

I got dough to blow but I wanna blow it right

You look nice and ya frame makes me wanna bowl a strike

Well, alright, yes, I might, know what fuck it, yes, I will

I am more that what you bargained for

Nothin’ less than real, put it to ya like

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell ya friends that I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

Best believe I understand

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell my city I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

You could run and tell my city it’s on

Bun B, king of the trill also one of the dopest

Rep for the streets or on the mic, I’m dope and yes, I’m focused

The gangsta recognize me for my locc’ness

No joke, it’s time to shake these haters off like the skin on a locust

Or maybe like a py-thon, that’s the type of shit I’m on

I wrote this on my i-phone so let me drop this i-bomb

I-palm the game like it’s a spalding ball and take flight

From the free throw line and slam it down like I’m the great mike

Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, Mayne, it’s gon’ be a great night

Look at all these posers bite, I swagger like a great white

Try to cross me over, I just fake left then I break right

Stupid animal tricks like David Lettermans late night

This that major moment you been waitin’ on too long

The best that ever did it and doin’ it on a new song

UGK and Young Money too strong

Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the fuck is you on?

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell ya friends that I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

Best believe I understand

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell my city I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

You could run and tell my city it’s on

I am the leather jacket, black glasses, all American bad boy

I own the swagger super market and you, you just a bag boy

‘Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy

Hate and I will leave your chest the color my flag boy

Suu-woo bitch, I do this shit, I’ll erase you like I drew you bitch

And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my spoon bitch

I’m so uptown and muthafucka, if you ain’t don’t go uptown

Yeah, and now I’m on that rock shit

But why they let me in, I’ma start shootin’ in the most pit

Fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?

Weezy in ya mouth, now Weezy what you talkin’ ’bout?

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell ya friends that I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

Best believe I understand

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

You could run and tell my city I’m on

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

You could run and tell my city it’s on

Yeah

Lyrics Drake – Uptown Lyrics

Drake – Uptown Lyrics

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