Sticky Lyrics

Sticky - Drake

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Ayy

Homer hanging on my neck

The bracelet matches the set

My brother name's [?]

Stop all that back and forth over the net

My momma wish I woulda went corporate

She wish I woulda went exec'

I still turn to a CEO so the lifestyle she respect

Ayy, two sprinters to Quebec

Chérie ou est mon bec

They only givin' niggas plus ones, so I never pull up to the Met

You know I gotta bring the set

You know I gotta bring the G-Block

You know I gotta bring the D-Block

'Cause you know how sticky it gеt (Ayy)

You know how sticky it get (Ayy)

You know how sticky it get (Ayy)

You know how sticky it get (Ayy)

Shе want me to play with that cat (Ayy)

She lovin' how I'm makin' her wet (Ayy)

You know how sticky it get (Ayy)

Ayo Eric, bring them girls to the stage

'Cause somebody's getting paid and

Free Big Slime out the cage

Shawty try to play it cool but

Now she wish she woulda stayed 'cause

Every song that I made is

Ringing like I got engaged (Yeah)

Love my guys, I wouldn't trade (Ayy)

From the cradle to the grave (Ayy)

Gorda got me on the wave (Ayy)

Got me on the wave (Ayy)

Couple hits, now they brave, boy

You niggas better behave (What)

All that pumpin' up your chest (What)

All that talk about the best (What)

You know how sticky it getss

Yeah

If I'm with two of 'em, then it's a threesome

If she alone, you know she a freak one

If it's an escort, it's a police one

King of the hill, you know it's a steep one

If we together, you know it's a brief one

Back in the ocean you go, it's a, it's a deep one

Forgave niggas in they feelings, lucky for y'all, we don't do civilians

You say I changed, I say that I millions, I did

The toughest act to follow's back on tour

Off road, Maybach, Pyrex trap

Virgil came back through the boy, damn

That's somethin' to me, niggas really had they back turned to me

I ain't talking to my assistant when I send niggas down to PacSun for me

Then they thought they had the trap set for me

How you really think that went for me?

Niggas gotta do a fact check for me

When everything is put to rest

And everybody takes a breath

And everything gets addressed

It's you alone with your regrets

All that pumpin' up your chest

All that talk about the best

You know how sticky it gets

Like, we weren't supposed to come up with something this clean

Like something happened