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Home » 2016 » October » 24 » DRAKE - Wanna Know lyrics
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DRAKE - Wanna Know lyrics

Yeah, they try to send for me...! 
Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies 
All that for them, right back at them 
What my mind keeps telling me 
Mind keeps telling me 
I hear everything, I don't answer cause it's all there cause it better be 
Trust me it better be, no long talking or settling 
Just when I've never won no wrestling 
But he's on a big belt medal ting 
Streets unruly 
More life for my brother's trying out better things, cause 

All my man dem are running to the money 
We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay 
And all my man dem are running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa 
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough 
These catties they be calling up my phone 
All these man dem and they applaud me on the road 

I put corn in for my bro 
Man dem keep on talking on a low 
Man dem keep talkin on a low, but all my man are bros 
All my man, all my man are bros 
My man dem will have your man dem on the ropes 
I'll have man dem on your roads 
Man dem in a batch on they own 
With a bat or with a pole 
I got man dem that will slap a man with both 
Nike jacket on my back I'm looking cold 
It's funny how these catties wanna know, but 

All my man dem are running to the money 
We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay 
And all my man dem are running from them hoes in the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa 
Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough 
These catties they be calling up my phone 
All these man dem and they applaud me on the road 

Free Smoke 
Anybody want it they can get it, no joke 
Call up landlord, nigga that's broke 
I only link with the real ones, lord knows 
On fo', I love to see a fake nigga go broke 
I don't run to twitter with the things I know 
I fall back to see how it unfolds 
Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 
Like whoa, years ago they didn't wanna know 
But now I'm seeing dough 
Catties they be calling up my phone 
Trying to get tickets to a show 
Yeah, I got U.K. tings on the WhatsApp now 
Like +44 on the road 

Like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 
Like whoa 
A month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough 
These catties they be calling up my phone 
All these man dem they applaud me on the road 
I put corn in for my bro 
Man dem keep on talking on a low 
Man dem keep talkin on a low, low, low 

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