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LYRICFLUENTHigh Fives Lyrics by Drake Drake
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9:30, fuckin' cooked
It's all I got in the tank
But that? Whatever the fuck that was
I like it
Fuck yes
What a ripper for the gang
Maya, Maya, you workin' at Greta tonight or nah?
Pick up, I need a whole section for the mob
Cindy, I know you got them hoes on lock
Let me pick what hoes you gon' bring to the spot
222Juju is goin' Birki' on a thot
If I ask her nice, she'll put my Genny in her croc'
Double-S so bad, she look like Jenny from the Block
Pisceus is ridin' 'round in Lamb', mashallah
Killer K, know they tried to nail me to the cross
Ummi say I'm up, and I could never take a loss
Sexyy said, 'What bitch is dissin'? Let me knock her off'
I said, I'm so loved and I'm so hated
So conflicted, I'm so jaded
Come back to the crib, first night
Baby, nobody's judging
High tide, make it flow for me
Girl, there's no sense in rushing
High fives from the bros for me
'Cause I fucked her for nothing
Down on her knees, tryna reason with me
Gotta bless her with something
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? Take advantage, what? Do some damage, what?
Please, believe me, what? Please, believe me, yeah
If I'm drinkin', what? Peach Bellini, yeah
They so pressed about the beef, it's panini
Just like PX said, baby, come and see me
She a genie, Sydney Sweeney
Wear my diamond glove, they could never see me
Maya, Maya, you workin' at Greta tonight or nah?
Pick up, I need a whole section for the mob
Cindy, I know you got some hoes on lock
Let me pick what hoes you gon' bring to the spot
222Juju is goin' Birki' on a thot
If I ask her nice, she'll put my Genny in her croc'
Sexyy said, 'Which bitch is dissin'? Let me knock her off'
I said, I'm so loved and I'm so hated
So conflicted, I'm so jaded
Come back to the crib, first night
Baby, nobody's judging
High tide, make it flow for me
Girl, there's no sense in rushing
High fives from the bros for me
'Cause I fucked her for nothing
Down on her knees, tryna reason with me
Gotta bless her with something
Hey
Let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
What? Take advantage, what? Do some damage, what?
Can I handle all that? Girl, I'll manage, what?
Take me serious, don't ghost me, girl, don't vanish
Yeah, let me hear your body talk, girl, on three
One, arch your back, bitch, you know you a bad bitch
Two, let your pussy talk, I'ma do the ad-libs
Three, take my credit card, spend like you ain't had shit
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