IMY2 Lyrics By Drake, Kid Cudi. Is The Latest English Song With Music Composed By KanielTheOne, Y U M E, Houssam, Harley Arsenault, Clibbo, 3DDY. IMY2 Lyrics Is Written By Drake.This Song Has Been Officially Released On Drake Youtube Channel.
IMY2 Lyrics 
IMY2 Credits
Song IMY2
Singer Drake, Kid Cudi
Music KanielTheOne, Y U M E, Houssam, Harley Arsenault, Clibbo, 3DDY
Lyrics Drake
Lable Drake
IMY2 Lyrics
M-m-, m-m-

No, I’m never gangbangin’ in my blue chucks
Money callin’ so I threw the deuce up
Yeah, they plottin’ on me but they gotta do somethin’
Told my dawg two-somethin’ just to shoot somethin’ (m-m—)
Left them ni**as stressed out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got ’em lookin’ for that paper that they can’t tax
Yayo so clean, I told ’em call it, “Ajax”
Hialeah celebrated when fidel died
Patti labelle, who knew that we would sell pies?
Standin’ on your own is when you realize
When all the lights go out, that’s when you see the real guys
Back to the real ni**as glowin’ in the dark (m-m—)
Never perfect but you know a ni**a hard
A rich ni**a that’ll pull up to the park
Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars
Bullet wounds don’t be covered by obamacare
Your funeral was way too soon, that’s if your mama there
Real ni**as deserve to live twice (m-m—)
Plastic fork and some fried rice

Yeah, two-point, two for the rafael nadal
Don’t act like you’re happy for me now
Don’t act like you wasn’t prayin’ for catastrophic collapses
Catalog is immaculate
Still runnin’ the game, don’t ask me about the practice
Ho, you go on vacation, don’t ask me about relaxin’

Not sure if you know but I’m actually michael jackson

The man I see in the mirror is actually goin’ platinum
Unthinkable when I think of the way these ni**as been actin’
Yeah, I never did you nothin’ and you play like we family, huh?
Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can’t be love
Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can’t be up
That day you sounded like a bi**h, you fancy, huh?
Damn, how can I forgive like this?
I gotta dead a lot of s**t just to live like this
I had to f**k a lot of girls to get a kid like this
I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, ni**a
That’s why I’m movin’ all elusive
These boys on they last resort and it’s givin’ all us inclusive
Been spazzin’ since cb was chunkin’ up the deuces, ni**a
Your s**t was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, ni**a
Brrrt, may I speak to pu**y ni**as?
I just call it like I see it, I ain’t even lookin’, ni**a
I just walk it like I speak and I ain’t speakin’ to them ni**as
I ain’t starvin’, I’m just greedy, all I eat is pu**y, ni**a
Don’t wan’ see these pu**y ni**as
Y’all can’t see me, pu**y ni**as
You keep talkin’ like you eatin’, I’ma feed you bullets, ni**a
I might even cook a ni**a, all my weed is cookies, ni**a
Shove a 8-ball up her pu**y like a fetus for me, ni**a
I got bi**hes doin’ lines, I’m adidas to ’em, ni**a
I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple
I’m so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter
I got women in the phantom with they cleavage out the window
Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack
Money trail right on track
With that big body maybach like it’s a little pontiac
All my chains look like snakes, that’s some real diamondbacks
Pull my hammer out her pu**y, pull her nails out my back
I don’t chill, I react
On the scale, my pockets fat
And to this whale, you like a ant
I’ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass
And on this codeine, I’m a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass
I’m the hottest on the cellblock, I promise
I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin’ like jill scott
Pill popped, house in hidden hills on the hilltop
Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, tunechi

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