Drive (feat. Dre, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih)

Fat Joe

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    Ooh, yeah (yeah)
    Dolla $ign
    Hitmaka!

    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
    Na-na, na-na, na-na

    My pretty woman
    With Himalayans and bigger chains and boogers in 'em
    And we be on yachts that we don't even post
    And she be like, damn, daddy you do it most
    'Cause we did Italy, then the Philippines
    Beat it, Billie Jean, gave her bigger D
    Mamí ven aqui, rock and roll like molly, Viagra
    And when I hit the road them bodies can add up
    She callin' me selfish, I call her the same
    [?] just don't help, butter cake and cream
    Backseat of the Rolls, Teddy P love, TKO
    Beat the box up, she be like, si señor
    I've been fuckin' on shorty before she got her bags up
    You know me, couple cuffs, a nigga masked up
    Colombiana, dripped in designer, Dolce Gabbana
    But you know it's really nada, and that's a burner

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    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind me, lights behind me, yeah
    Na-na, na-na, na-na

    Yeah, let me kick you up and down
    Ride you through the town, you belong to the city, playin' in the background
    Old money, new money, makin' it complete
    All that's missin' is a tiger ridin' in my front seat
    Paid in full, how I drive it off the lot
    This my Thursday car, Friday it's the cherry drop (skrr)
    Niggas hate a lot, bitches do too
    And everyday's a vacation, sans in Cancun
    And all I really want in this life of sin
    Is a hunnid mil' times ten and somebody to share it with
    You gotta be a rider though, my niggas real protective
    We done hit so many bitches, turned a couple into exes, oh
    So maybe on the weekend I might scoop you up
    Remember when I used to send them Uber trucks
    Next time I'm in the club I might just shoot it up
    Give you that human touch

    Late night I put you in drive (I keep you in the clutch, drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
    Na-na, na-na, na-na

    I just wanna feel what you feel, baby
    I just wanna feel something real, baby
    I done had the snack, I want the meal (meal)
    Ooh, I wanna do it for the thrill (for the thrill)
    Pardon my language, your body onto some
    First class seats, across the border stone
    Now that you bringin' some to the table
    But don't worry 'bout nothin', you know it's paid for (oh, yeah)
    You know I got it like that, keep you comin' right back
    Damn it's like that, yeah, yeah
    Put you on your back (on your back)
    To relax, then I make your legs go shake
    Can I get a witness? You trippin' on that nigga?
    That's none of my business (none of my business)
    Hey, call me your genie, I grant your wishes

    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
    Late night I put you in drive (drive)
    'Cause I don't see no lights behind, lights behind me, yeah
    Na-na, na-na, na-na

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    Composición: Fat Joe, Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih y Dre

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