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Drake - Waiting To Exhale Lyrics

Waiting To Exhale Lyrics[Verse 1: Drake, Drake & 21 Savage]
Took a deep breath (Yeah), let it exhale
Drizzy always gotta do it big, like an XL (Real big)
Birds, they gon' chirp, like a Nextel (Tweet, tweet)
Only fucked on her just 'cause sex sells
Forensics on the scene to collect shells
Niggas been walking 'round us on 'em eggshells
12 years in this bitch, here's to next 12
Niggas sick of me, well then get well
Slept in my daddy room, cigarette smell
Dreamt of the money 'cause I knew that we would mesh well
Curse a little thotty with a head spell
Send her back emojis, I don't text well (Yeah)
Sailing Southside, watch me set sail
She a baddie and I got her off direct mail
50K'll free my crodie, it's a set bail
Press that boy inside the party and his sweat fell
Aye, did lil' momma dirty but I meant well
Yuh, I ain't wanna fuck, I wanted intel
Yeah, baby it's a war in case you can't tell
Preme inside Delilah with the handheld
Diss track, sounding like some fan mail
All that preparation and the plan failed
Dashboard digi' like a trap scale
You're right hand man grew a rat tale

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
4L gang (Big 4L), it's a Glock party (Yeah)
Opps gotta ask permission 'fore they throw a block party (21)
Got 'em sliding through your hood like I'm a drill sergeant (21)
Man he missed the last time, but he still charging (21)
Count my money twice like I'm selling crack still (21)
Only reason I ain't crash 'cause I rap well (21)
If it's up with us, you better play the back field
All that walking to the store gon' get your fucking cap pilled (21)
Get your shirt ripped (21)
And your hat filled (21)
He might got a lot of money, he a rat still (21)
Come around, they be quiet, like when Kap kneeled (21)
All the love they showing fake, but the cap real (21)
I’m on papers but I got it in my lap still (21)
Niggas talk behind my back and give me daps still (21)
Wearing tights it got me wondering how her ass feel
Got a BBL she said it's real 'cause it's all fat still (21)
Bank account got ass shots but my cash real (21)
My lil' ting done go to college, she in Nashville (21)
Give me head while I'm aching, call her Advil
My cougar got a husband but I hit her from the back still (21)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Last couple nights I've been spinnin', spinnin'
Hit him in the head, I was grinnin', grinnin'
They don't want no smoke, they pretendin', 'tendin'
He a waste man, I'm on business, business
Last couple nights I've been spinnin', spinnin'
Hit him in the face, I was grinnin', grinnin'
They don't want no smoke, they pretendin', 'tendin'
He a waste man, I'm on business, business