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    Drake

    Landed Lyrics

    Yeah, ayy, ayy

    If I gotta land, I'ma stick it

    Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it

    Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? Yeah, yeah

    Overseas and back, I was round-trippin'

    I've been, uh, I've been, what?

    I've been pop, whippin', wrist is on another rhythm

    I was not kiddin', don't know why they playin' with him

    I was not finna let them get no top billin'

    Man, they really tried to take this shit and run with it

    And I bought my dawg a Rollie 'cause he rolled with it, yeah

    And I bought that girl a shovel 'cause she gold-diggin', yeah

    If he talkin' out his head, then it's off with it, yeah

    Boardin' Air Drake, then we takin' off in it, yeah

    And if I gotta land, I'ma stick it, ayy, yeah

    Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it

    Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different?

    Yeah, you always said I changed, I'm just now switchin'

    Ayy, ayy, what?

    Ayy, ayy, I done dosed off

    I done got a different number 'cause I'm closed off

    Used to hit the bitch and now she wanna... huh

    Now she wanna call me like she doesn't know that phone's off, uh, what?

    I just met her friend and now her clothes off, yeah

    Drop around whoever, bet it goes off, yeah

    Patek doin' backflips, showin' off

    Yeah, and if I gotta land, I'ma stick it

    Baby, let it go and you gon' miss it

    Wrote this with a Cartier pen, do I sound different? Yeah, yeah

    Overseas and back, I was round-trippin'

    I've been, uh, I've been, what?

    I've been pop, whippin,' wrist is on another rhythm

    He been block-switchin', don't know how you ride with him

    Gotta supermodel, wanna be a down missus

    All my niggas, they be on them out-of-town missions

    Wasn't hearin' me before, okay, but now listen

    Pushin' five Cadillacs like a politician

    I be in and out arenas like I'm Scottie Pippen

    Yeah, pop, whippin', wrist is goin' thirty with it, ooh, yeah

    Put the beat in front of me, I'm dirtyin' it, yeah, what?

    Do this shit for real, you niggas dabble in it, yeah

    Say you need a minute, I don't have a minute, yeah

    And if I gotta land, I'ma—

    Stick that motherfucker at the Clearport and park that