Privileged Rappers Lyrics by Drake & 21 Savage is latest English song with music also given by Earl on the Beat, Gentuar Memishi, 40, Lil Yachty. Privileged Rappers song lyrics are written by Drake, 21 Savage, Earl on the Beat, Gentuar Memishi, 40, Lil Yachty.
Privileged Rappers Song Detail
| Song Name: | Privileged Rappers |
| Singer: | Drake, 21 Savage |
| Composer: | Earl on the Beat, Gentuar Memishi, 40, Lil Yachty |
| Lyrics by: | Drake, 21 Savage, Earl on the Beat, Gentuar Memishi, 40, Lil Yachty |
| Music Label: | OVO Sound, Slaughter Gang, Republic Records |
Privileged Rappers Lyrics
Woah, woah, yeah
Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a n!gga ain’t lyin’
Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it
Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it
Woah, she love me so much, it seem like she biased
n!ggas don’t know how I live, but that’s ’cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy
4L step team steppin’ on sh!t ’til it’s quiet
He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let’s have sex in the bank, tеll ’em to open the safе
I hate a privileged rapper who don’t even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that’s ’cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let’s have sex in the 9 (Let’s do it)
Breakin’ and bendin’ her spine (Let’s do it, let’s do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain’t had a hit since he signed (Let’s do it)
n!ggas be full of excuses, act like they takin’ they time (For real, for real)
Woah, woah, woah
Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21)
Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain’t never been biased (pu$$y)
Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of ’em died? (pu$$y)
Hol’ up (21), hol’ up (21), hol’ up (21)
Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?)
Textin’ emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must’ve went over her head (21)
Catch him outside of the studio (pu$$y), make him repeat what he said (pu$$y, pu$$y)
Yeah, yeah, let’s have sex in the car (On God)
The Maybach came with a bar (21)
I’m wipin’ my d!ck with her bra (21, pew, pew, pew)
Sniped his a$$, he got hit in the head from far (pu$$y)
Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all (On God)
How you come over to the spot when you know it’s your time of the month? (How?)
Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt (pu$$y)
She say she hungry, I gave her d!ck for brunch (On God)
Send me my whole fee, I don’t do backends and fronts (21)
No, no, no
Let’s have sex in the bank, tell ’em to open the safe
I hate a privileged rapper who don’t even know what it take
The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that’s ’cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, let’s have sex in the 9 (Let’s do it)
Breakin’ and bendin’ her spine (Let’s do it, let’s do it)
I hate a privileged rapper that ain’t had a hit since he signed (Let’s do it)
n!ggas be full of excuses, act like they takin’ they time (For real, for real)