Pain 1993 (Explicit)
Drake, PLAYBOI CARTI"Pain 1993 (Explicit)" is a song by Drake, PLAYBOI CARTI, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:20 long and contains 96 lines and 515 words.
Lyrics
0:00Yo Pi'erre yo Pi'erre
0:03Ayy
0:04Ayy
0:06N***as ain't gotta respect
0:07N***as just gotta accept
0:09I put that top left
0:10I love my crodie to death
0:12C**eine
0:12Hype Williams Lil' X
0:13If you don't say it direct
0:15Could give a f**k ayy yeah yeah
0:18I put some ice on her hand
0:19I let her take an advance
0:21S**t wasn't goin' as planned
0:23I put that s**t in the van
0:24She gotta move with her friend
0:26Heard she went back to her man
0:27Give a f**k ayy
0:28I just put a Wagen in the driveway you know I did
0:31When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way it's goin' in
0:34Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways breakin' tens
0:37Used to be an antisocial n***a now I'm makin' friends
0:41I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront
0:44Okay
0:44And she's bringin' four friends
0:45I know I'll hit at least one
0:46Okay slatt slatt slatt slatt
0:47Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up
0:50Okay
0:50Police in my city man I keep they pockets greased up
0:53Okay
0:53Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
0:56Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff
0:59Okay
0:59But I beef a rapper
1:00'Cause I'm never with the sweet stuff
1:02Shawty came from Mexico she know she got the sweet stuff
1:05Yeah yeah yeah you know
1:07Ayy
1:08N***as ain't gotta respect
1:09N***as just gotta accept
1:11'Cept
1:11I put that top left
1:12Ayy
1:12I love my crodie to death
1:14C**eine
1:14Hype Williams Lil' X
1:15Beep
1:16If you don't say it direct
1:17Could give a f**k ayy yeah yeah
1:18Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons
1:20Racks in my jeans okay
1:21Diamonds all in my teeth I called up the dentist yeah
1:24Okay
1:24Got a Goyard bag I threw them racks in it
1:27My racks yeah
1:27Every time I'm home you know I whip the Bentley
1:30Yeah yeah yeah
1:30I just threw these bands in my car yeah yeah
1:33Just threw these bands uh
1:34Shawty just pulled up just to get f**ked
1:36Shawty just pulled up
1:37I only want top yeah for sure
1:39Only want top
1:39And I know I'm on top but I want more
1:42Okay
1:43Remember I used to sleep on the floor
1:45With my oh yeah
1:46Now every day I rock Christian Dior
1:48Okay Yohji
1:49Now every day I gotta pour me a four
1:51Lean lean lean lean
1:52Now every day I gotta pour me a four
1:54Lean lean lean lean okay
1:55I spent a hundred K last night in New York
1:57Yeah yeah
1:58I spent a hundred K the next day I was bored
2:00Okay okay yeah
2:01That Lam' truck got numbers on the board
2:04Okay get it
2:04Yeah she keep textin' my phone I'ma ignore
2:07Yeah yeah yeah
2:07Yeah
2:08Yeah
2:08Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
2:09Ayy
2:10N***as ain't gotta respect
2:11N***as just gotta accept
2:13I put that top left
2:14I love my crodie to death
2:16C**eine
2:16Hype Williams Lil' X
2:17If you don't say it directly
2:19Could give a f**k
2:20Okay
2:20Ayy yeah yeah
Yo Pi'erre yo Pi'erre Ayy Ayy N***as ain't gotta respect N***as just gotta accept I put that top left I love my crodie to death C**eine Hype Williams Lil' X If you don't say it direct Could give a f**k ayy yeah yeah I put some ice on her hand I let her take an advance S**t wasn't goin' as planned I put that s**t in the van She gotta move with her friend Heard she went back to her man Give a f**k ayy I just put a Wagen in the driveway you know I did When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way it's goin' in Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways breakin' tens Used to be an antisocial n***a now I'm makin' friends I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront Okay And she's bringin' four friends I know I'll hit at least one Okay slatt slatt slatt slatt Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up Okay Police in my city man I keep they pockets greased up Okay Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff Okay But I beef a rapper 'Cause I'm never with the sweet stuff Shawty came from Mexico she know she got the sweet stuff Yeah yeah yeah you know Ayy N***as ain't gotta respect N***as just gotta accept 'Cept I put that top left Ayy I love my crodie to death C**eine Hype Williams Lil' X Beep If you don't say it direct Could give a f**k ayy yeah yeah Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons Racks in my jeans okay Diamonds all in my teeth I called up the dentist yeah Okay Got a Goyard bag I threw them racks in it My racks yeah Every time I'm home you know I whip the Bentley Yeah yeah yeah I just threw these bands in my car yeah yeah Just threw these bands uh Shawty just pulled up just to get f**ked Shawty just pulled up I only want top yeah for sure Only want top And I know I'm on top but I want more Okay Remember I used to sleep on the floor With my oh yeah Now every day I rock Christian Dior Okay Yohji Now every day I gotta pour me a four Lean lean lean lean Now every day I gotta pour me a four Lean lean lean lean okay I spent a hundred K last night in New York Yeah yeah I spent a hundred K the next day I was bored Okay okay yeah That Lam' truck got numbers on the board Okay get it Yeah she keep textin' my phone I'ma ignore Yeah yeah yeah Yeah Yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah Ayy N***as ain't gotta respect N***as just gotta accept I put that top left I love my crodie to death C**eine Hype Williams Lil' X If you don't say it directly Could give a f**k Okay Ayy yeah yeah
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