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Virginia Beach Lyrics by Drake Drake
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Intro
I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh
I bet our mother would be proud of you
I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
I don't know, I think I did alright
Know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope
Chorus 1
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I'd move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
Verse 1
Pussy, it makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
For nothin' but what you could see
Verse 1
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That nigga spend his last check on your car
And you got it and drove it to me
Verse 1
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Chorus 2
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I'd move mountains for you, fuck that social climbin'
Lean in to me, lean in to me
Chorus 2
Lean in, lean into me
Yeah, yeah
Grr, grr
Verse 2
Our texts feeling like a fencin' match
Your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
Verse 2
You keep talkin' 'bout some, 'Period'
But where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
Verse 2
'Cause you been going off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends
You ain't interested in makin' friends
Verse 2
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you
Girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Working this crop like the rubber chute
I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
He gonna find out that it's on site like W-W-W
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh
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