WhisperMyName(Explicit)

Whisper My Name (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：Aubrey Graham

Composed by：Aubrey Graham

Yeah

Hey hey

Yeah

Ash to ashes dust to dust

The dustiest niggas been fuckin' with us

Am I a GOAT?

Well probably not

I probably was but you probably forgot

My white label had to go white label shit

When he stepped out his body and finally got hot

Hand me the tools like I'm pickin' a lock

Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot

My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love

It's between 'em and I

Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal

So that you could cut off some time

Nowadays y'all don't wan' put in no work

Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line

And hurry and run out the nine

Baby boy please

I heard what you said to lil' bro about me

Yeah and when you run into the Iceman what you gon' do except freeze?

You not 'bout to squeeze you not in the streets

I'm cuttin' niggas off at the knees they ain't on standin' on business with me

If I'm lyin' I'm flyin' economy give me a motherfuckin' seat

If I'm lyin' I'm flyin' economy I bet I know who I see

You know how I fly 'cause I land at the beach

When you land you can see me

You whisper my name 'cause the way that it carry you can't even speak

Yeah you can't even speak

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud

'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turnt up Coachella had boys backin' down

And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga then say that my nigga

Like "What's up my crodie?

Come hug me right now"

Come up to me and get one of them out

'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay okay

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah hey

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah hey

Yeah

Whisper my name

Yeah

Ayy ayy

I'm doing my big one you doing a little one

What kinda man are you?

A middle one

Yeah my brother said he want a blue Bim' I'ma get him one

My new ting don't know how I live she shoppin' at Erewhon

My brother got no fuck to give he poppin' at everyone

This ain't fixable smoke when you see us I'll sit in with Farrakhan nigga

This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane it's gon' carry on

These boys dress up and think that they somebody shit is like Comic-Con