Drake (Kiss Track) [Prod. by iLL Faded & Sean Bala]

by Without a Face

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Beat instrumental produced by iLL Faded & Sean Bala. Mixed & Mastered by iLL Faded. Lyrics & vocal melody by Without a Face. Artwork by Jerick Alegarbes of Paper Gliders

lyrics

Drake, please bake me cupcakes
And don't pitch no fits
One kiss
For my boo from the 6

I'll pick you up at the airstrip
And make sure my hair slick
You're in Toronto and I'm in the H
Fly down here pronto for a dinner date
If you dare, trick
See, we could have a sick picnic
Listenin' to Slick Rick
Let you la-di-da-di all
All on my body
Oh my god-y
You're such a hottie
Started from the bottom
That's very naughty
Dirty just like a broken potty
Hope you don't mind if i call you papi
And I can even twerk see me pop a squatty
Outta this earth beam me up scotty
Karate kid, that's who Drake is
A beta male who just grew real big
Well known
I used to call him on his cell phone
JK the reality is hell no
He prefers to text me at 3am
Askin' if i'm up and wanna play with him
Matchin' pajamas & ankle tattoos
We like to drink non-alcoholic brews
We love our mommas but that ain't no news
We are so gangsta we got kindergardners
In both of our crews, they are so cute
How can we lose?

Drake, Please bake me cupcakes
And don't pitch no fits
One kiss
For my boo from the 6

Scared of commitment
Don't like long distance listen
I don't wanna cause no resentment
Tired of wishin that we were kissin
A wedding ring is just what is missin
Thanks to SCOTUS
The state of Texas has to let us
You know they owe us
Time to step up
But we ain't gotta rush it
The way you fart in a toilet & flush it
Madonna oughtta know what's mine
She crossed the line
But it looked like you got sick
When y'all locked lips
I'll say it outright
I think you wanna be NBA housewife
Aubrey, you know i hate this
Fighting over money gettin' wasted
I got nothing against the gay fish
But Kanye's clothes look like the matrix
I really think you oughtta get your eyebrows plucked
Tell you what, if you do i'll get my tummy tucked
I ain't jelly
Try not to judge
Now don't budge
Let me wipe that smudge
Turn that frown upside down
My mom's outta town
Let's pack some fudge, whaaat

Drake, I am not kanye
Not a fingers in the booty ass bitch
That's sick
You're my boo from the 6

And just then
Taylor Swift walks in to find she's been
In a love triangle with bi-sexual men ooooooohhh...yeah
On some 50 Shades of Grey shit
But a more dangerous outcome
Is they'll write songs about each other and collaborate
On their best-selling albums
I'm like yo let me spit on a remix
They're like okay kid go for it
Gonna drive to Canada
In a candy-painted caddy
To live with your mom
Become your step daddy
Sorry, not real fair
Degrassi bitch ass, I'll put you back in your wheelchair
I wear the crown, son
I'm the king of H-town, son
You can't run it 'round here, son
It's open carry down here, son
And I noticed in your sweet 16 song you
Didn't really go after you-know-who
Compared to K Dot your shit's doo-doo
My black President said it's true
I'm a classier criminal than ones you've gotten
Call me the joker, Toronto is Gotham
I burn it all down for a cheap thrill
I'm a scary adversary, compared to Meek Mill

Drake, please bake me cupcakes
And don't pitch no fits
One Kiss
For my boo from the 6

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released June 22, 2018
Beat instrumental produced by iLL Faded & Sean Bala. Mixed & Mastered by iLL Faded. Lyrics & vocal melody by Without a Face. Artwork by Jerick Alegarbes of Paper Gliders

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Without a Face Houston, Texas

WAF was founded in 2004. 3 albums, 2 EPs & 2 singles have been released since 2009. Some cool stuff has happened during this time frame. Some non-cool stuff has also happened. WAF will continue to do the music journey tho. ayyyye

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