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Drake - Best I Ever Had Feat Tank Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
Baby, you my eevrything-
You all I ever wanted
We can do it real big...
Bigger then you ever done it
You be up on everything-
Them other hoes ain't never on it-
I want this forever, I sware I can spend whatever on it

And she hold me down... everytime I hit her up...
When iget right, I promise that we 'gon live it up-
She lake me beg for it, 'till she give it up-
And I say the same thing every single time-

I say you the fuckin best...
You the fuckin best...
You the fuckin best...
You the fuckin best...

You the best I ever had...
Best I ever had...
Best I ever had...
Best I ever had...
(I say you the fuckin best)

[Verse 1:]
Know u got a roommate-
Call me when it's noone there-
Put the key under the mat, and you know I be over there...
(yup)
I be over there-
Shawty, I be over there-
I be hittin all the spots, that you ain't even know was there-
Yeah, and you don't even have to ask twice-
You can have my heart, or we can share it like the last slice-
Always felt like you wwas so accustom to the fast life-
Have a nigga thinkin that he met you ion the past life-
Sweatpants, hair-tied, chillin with no make-up on...
That's when your the prettiest-I hope that you don't take it wrong...
You doon't even trip when friends sya you ain't bringin drake along...
You know that I'm workin, I'll be there soon as I make it home-
Is she a patient in my waitin room?
Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume-
And until them girls prove it-I'm the one they never get confused with...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Drake & Tank]
Sex, love, pain...
Baby, I be on that tank shit-
Butt soo big, I could prolly sell a blank disc-
When my albumn drop, bitches will buy it for the picture-
And niggas will buy it too, and claim they got it for they sister...
Magazine, paper-girl the money ain't the issue-
They bring dinner to my room,
And ask me to initial-
She call me the referee, 'cause I be soo official-
My shirt ain't got no stripes, but I can make a pussy whistle-
(heh!)just know my condo is the crack spot-
Every single show, she out there rappin like a mascot-
Hit it from the back, and make your fuckin bra strap pop-
All up in your slot-till a nigga hit the jackpot!

[Chorus]

[speaking: Drake]

[Music fades out]