ReloadLoony - Ignorant Sample lyrics

Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find nowadays it's just best to keep quiet But, uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out Young angel and young lion You know what it is, uh [Drake:] Look, I'm the property of October I ain't drive here I got chauffeured Bring me champagne flutes Rose and some shots over I think better when I'm not sober I smoke good ain't no glaucoma I'm a stockholder Private flights back home no stop over Still spittin that sh** that they shot pac over The sh** my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm a group of seven A migraine, take two Excedrin I'm the one twice over I'm the new eleven And if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second I swear n***as be eyeing me all hard And lying to they girls and driving the same cars Sittin there wishing they problems became ours Cause we have nothing in common Since I done became star I done became bigger swerving right in my peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change An show me the city that I without fear claim What I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby word to Chuck English Count my own money see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's waking up ringer Heh, or alarm, or whatever She be here at six in the morn if I let her But I never get attracted to fans Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam I always knew that I could figga How to get these label heads to offer 'em good figures And me doing them shows gettin everyone nervous cause Them hipsters gonna have to get alone with them hood n***as It's all good I'm going off like lights when the show's over Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over Rest in peace to heath ledger but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet gla** on ya table n***a no coaster Burn bread everyday boy no toaster G and tez got a cig but I'm no smoker They just handing chips to me n***a no poker I'm with it, young money, cash money soldier My cup runneth over The same n***as I ball with, I fall with On some southern drawl sh** Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul sh** D.r., c.j, an po' I see y'all These cases don't workout I hope we can agree on Making enough to pay any judge Judy off First thing I'm a do is free weezy, go [Lil Wayne:] And I take probation I don't want that t.I. and Vick vacation Private plane, big location Going to the bank to make a big donation Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt hard And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it But in the meantime you can call me young Roy Jones junior fighting the d** and gun charge sh**, don't leave me un-guarded And I'm a cheese head word to Vince Lombardi Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light on it like it's recording I ain't recording I'm just C-4'in My currency foreign We are in a league they aren't Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage Better cover ya eyes ya face falling Watch the game from the side I'm play calling No I didn't say that I'm flawless But I, damn sure don't tarnish My pistol got comments for ya garments I'm so high I can vomit on a comet K-y no h*mo I'm on it Weezy f baby new born b**h You know what they say bout when ya palm itch I'm gonna get money money I'm gonna get Young money in ya tummy and we gonna sh** An get that toilet paper quick like when bone spit That's right b**h I'm back on my grown sh** That oughta Marvin Gaye no ice just chrome sh** And ya boyfriend softer than a foam pit I scream f** the world with a long dick Motherf**er I'm me, yeah b**h I'm me You n***as sweet like the p**y in which I eat Fireman burn down ya entire street So fly I'm a take off when I leap, bye And you can s** my wings Stand on my money headbu*t yao Ming Put your hand in the oven if ya touch my things I'm shuffling the cards bout to cut my queens But I ain't the dealer House full of b**hes like tila tequila Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror My swagger just screaming motherf**er do you hear her Drizzy drake what the lick read We make magic boy Roy and Sigfried Who! young mullah baby, yeah