Drake – Pain 1993 Lyrics Download [02:30.08] LRC x PDF file

[ti:Pain 1993] [ar:Drake ft. Playboi Carti] [lang:English] [length:02:30.08] [by:RC Lyrics Band] [re:www.rclyricsband.com] [ve:v0.0.5] [00:00.00] [00:03.46]Ayy, ayy
[00:06.35]Niggas ain’t gotta respect
[00:07.85]Niggas just gotta accept
[00:09.35]I put that top left
[00:10.85]I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
[00:12.61]Hype Williams, Little X
[00:14.11]If you don’t say it direct
[00:15.25]Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
[00:18.78]I put some ice on her hand
[00:20.28]I let her take an advance
[00:21.78]Shit wasn’t goin’ as planned
[00:23.28]I put that shit in the van
[00:25.03]She gotta move with her friend
[00:26.53]Heard she went back to her man
[00:27.87]Give a fuck, ayy
[re:www.rclyricsband.com] [00:28.78]I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
[00:32.02]When I shoot my shot it’s the Kawhi way, it’s goin’ in
[00:35.17]Me and lil’ Sicko sittin’ sideways, breakin’ tens
[00:38.17]Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin’ friends
[00:41.17]I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (okay)
[00:44.42]If she’s bringin’ four friends
[00:45.81]I know I’ll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
[00:47.45]Got ’em all tannin’ by the pool and they greased up (okay)
[00:50.59]Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (okay)
[00:53.74]Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
[00:56.88]Ain’t nobody makin’ too much money off the beef stuff (okay)
[00:59.88]But I beef a rapper ’cause I’m never with the sweet stuff
[01:03.13]Shawty came from Mexico
[01:04.53]She know she got the sweet stuff (yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)
[01:07.45]Ayy (beep, beep, beep)
[01:08.61]Niggas ain’t gotta respect
[01:10.00]Niggas just gotta accept (‘cept)
[01:11.50]I put that top left (ayy)
[01:13.00]I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
[re:www.rclyricsband.com] [01:14.76]Hype Williams, Lil’ X (beep)
[01:16.26]If you don’t say it direct (beep)
[01:17.15]Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
[01:18.68]Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (racks in my jeans, okay)
[01:21.76]Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (okay)
[01:24.82]Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (my racks, yeah)
[01:27.72]Every time I’m home, you know I whip the Bentley (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:31.00]I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (just threw these pills, uh)
[01:34.28]Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (shawty just pulled up)
[01:37.28]I only want top, yeah, for sure (only want top)
[01:39.94]And I know I’m on top, but I want more (okay)
[01:43.33]Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
[01:46.48]Now every day I rock Christian Dior (okay, Yohji)
[01:49.48]Now every day I gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean)
[01:52.64]Now every day I gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
[01:55.78]I spent a hundred K last night in New York (yeah, yeah)
[01:58.46]I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (okay, okay, yeah)
[02:01.74]That Lam’ truck got numbers on the board (okay, get it)
[re:www.rclyricsband.com] [02:04.54]Yeah, she keep textin’ my phone, I’ma ignore (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[02:08.82]Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[02:09.52]Ayy (yeah)
[02:10.55]Niggas ain’t gotta respect
[02:12.19]Niggas just gotta accept
[02:13.69]I put that top left
[02:15.19]I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
[02:16.69]Hype Williams, Lil’ X
[02:18.19]If you don’t say it direct
[02:19.48]Could give a fuck (okay), ayy, yeah, yeah
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