Letra de November 18th - Drake

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

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 ya girl a message, said I'll see ya when I can

She sent me one back, but I ain't never read it

'Cause pussy's only pussy 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 if 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, everytime we alone

But here we are again and I swear I'm in my zone

So I'ma sip this drank until that muhfucka 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 fuck you 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 everytime we find ourself 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 11 PM and you just rolling through the city

Bumping that Screw, Big Moe, UGK, Lil' Keke

It feel like, like everything's just moving slow

Let's take my time, I pace it baby, yeah, I'm gone

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