drake - pop style // jack daily remix (slowed + bass boosted)

. . . . . . /// lyrics /// Yeah, yeah Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum (they do) And I like to finish what you think you started Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started You don't know what you just started All I do is hang with the young and heartless All this for my family, man, I try my hardest It's all I ever did and look will I, will I Pablo Why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe? Why do you know every single bitch that I know? Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road? Fuck if I know, that's that Chicago South, south, side, that's the motto Cop a crib and spend ten million on... Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel ('cause I know) We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye Throne is back up in it, aye In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye I'll be blacking out, I ain't backing out Jay about his business, and I'ma let you finish but I...