Heart Throbbing Lyrics

Ahhww...

Young Monay...

Look...
I'm like the catch of the day...so you can call me lobster
These fans call me Drizzy...but my friends call me Aubster
Me and Weezy got eachother...no bodyguards, sir
I got him like Whitney...n he like my Kevin Costner
I get plenty money *****, I don't even need a cent
And I got more lines than this motherf*ckin zebra print
Ahhw
That's a shirt not a blouse, *****
Plus I come so hard I could make you say ouch niggaaaaaaaahh
Young Money in the buildin
Half of us is grown men, the other half is children
Yeah
I'm on top of the world now
I groom myself well...I could probably show your girl how
Show her how to dress right...tighten up her lacefront
Show her not to wear a tan dress with no beige pumps
Uh
Catch me in Miami
Fresh Dior slippers n a crispy white cami
Wow
Its crazy how time rushed past
Eyebrows lookin like Burt Reynold's moustache
Yeah
And I know ya girl's infatuated
Haters probably curse the day that I was ejaculated
Awwhh
Fake friends sayin we just glad you made it
And I f*ck so many hoes that you can't tabulate iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit ttttttttt
That's why I respect women
I wish I could marry every girl my third leg's been in
Me n Weezy got the O.G. flow
We be ridin stallions *****, aahhck!! - no rodeo

[Drake (singing) Hook:]
If ya man don't appreciate what he has...
He's just blind
He gon lose his mind when he see that you done moved onnnnnn
Girl, you look so fierce
in that outfit
Girl, you look so fierce in that outfit
That Yves Saint Laurent...
Oh, my bad, that's that Isabel Marant
I see you gettin anything you want
but there's only one problem...
I can feel...
my heart...

Keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

Still throbbing

[Lil Wayne]
[lighter sounds]
Hahahhhahack
Uuh
Young Moooola baaaybeeeee!
I am a a-li-en, maybe I'm a cybawrg
See me on a motorbike wit bitches in my sidecar
Sorta like a poltergeist, standin on the sidewark
Weezy is that ***** you be hearin on ya iPawrd
My Gawd...call me the accomplice
Son of New Awlins, Drizzay is Torawnteh's
Don't make a ***** hafta beat ya ass unconcious
I got money stacked to my muthaf*ckin awwmpits
They say Weezy is a Bastid
F*ck wit Young Money, *****, that could be disastriss
Ya bitch on my dick, but that hoe got chapped lips
Her friend kinda fly...I just need to get her add-driss
They say Weezy is so masc-ya-line
Break her pussay walls, then toss the hoe as-pah-rin
Hahahhack!
Yall ****** is froh-dyah-lint
They see Weezy come thru...n they say that's a pimp
Yeah!
From Virginia to Nevawdahh
Weezy F. Baby, Young Pinia Collawdah
Hahahha!
Drizzy, pour us that Mescawtah
We gon have a party right now, no praw-blahm
Young Money is the squadron
We don't drink the kool aid *****, we jus gawr-glin
I'm like the general, he the sawr-gent
I got toast rite here, Drizzay where's the marg-arine?!
Hahack!

[Drake (singing) Hook:]
If ya man don't appreciate what he has...
He's just blind
He gon lose his mind when he see that you done moved onnnnnn
Girl, you look so fierce
in that outfit
Girl, you look so fierce in that outfit
That Yves Saint Laurent...
Oh, my bad, that's that Isabel Marant
I see you gettin anything you want
but there's only one problem...
I can feel...
my heart...

Keeps throbbing
It keeps throbbing
It keeps throbbing
Still throbbing

It keeps throbbing
It keeps throbbing
It keeps throbbing
Still throbbing

I love you

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