Family Feud lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, Dedication 6, of course
Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dyin'
Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff
He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show 'em how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans
I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes
My n*gga spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, sh*t outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressin' go
'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon' have to break the billi' curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
f*ck is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood?
Nobody wins when the family feuds, n*gga
Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude n*ggas
I make the crib, expandin' pools and expandin' rooms
Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, n*gga
That's truth, no boost, n*gga
But this isn't all about callin' truce
I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse
That sh*t could get re-introduced
If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, n*gga
Inspirin' to the youth
New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, n*gga
My karma makin' the news, n*gga
This pudding taste like the proof, n*gga
If I ever see Trump, he better salute n*ggas
Much as we do, n*gga, for real
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six sh*t

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less 'bout your squad, I don't connect when I'm flyin'
I'm on a jet and it's mine, I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my n*gga Akon
Your b*tch sweatin' my squad, please get the sweat out her eye
I put the di*k in her spine, I f*cked the b*tch in her prime
Don't get my credit declined, give all the credit to Moms
I flipped the bird at the Bird – hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew, these boys Hot Girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that b*tch
Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that b*tch
Stuck my neck out and sh*t, then got the heck out that sh*t
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that sh*t
Tunechi F 'round this b*tch, the best thing left 'round this b*tch
All you n*ggas some b*tches, I feel like Hef 'round this b*tch
You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this b*tch
Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama sh*t
I come direct with my sh*t, I come correct with my sh*t
A blank check on your face, put some respek on my sh*t
Branches startin' to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain't leavin' the rake
We made the cleanest escape, although I bleeped in your face
You playin' with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearin' em tight ones today
Check me or write one today
You playin' with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All this motherf*ckin' beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feelin' triflin' she say
Talked to the sniper, he say he aimin' at diapers today
Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say
It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today
I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face
Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae
I got three sons of a gun, them n*ggas keep me on safe
Hol' up, I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers
One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing"
I taught these hoes how to love, I taught these boys how to lean
I'm high in the sky and I twinkle, the eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you n*ggas playin' yourselves, damn
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
That's some six sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you n*ggas ratin' yourself
I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself
That's some six sh*t
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