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Artist: Drake
Album:  Scorpion
Song:   Nice for What
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Big Freedia] + {Lauryn Hill sample}
I wanna know who motherfuckin representin in here tonight
Hold on, hold on
{"I keep lettin you back in - you back in"}
{"How can I, explain myself?"}

[Chorus One: sample of Lauryn Hill]
"Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me"
"There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me"
"Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me"
"Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?"

[Drake over Chorus]
Louisiana shit
Murda on the beat

[Chorus Two: sample of Lauryn Hill]
"Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me"
"There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me"
"Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me"
"Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?"

[Drake over Chorus]
A song for y'all to cut up to, you know?
Yeah

[Drake]
E'rybody get your motherfuckin roll on
I know shorty and she doesn't want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven't let that thing loose, girl, in so long
You've been inside, know you like to lay low
I've been peepin what you bringin to the table
Workin hard girl, everything paid fo'
First-last, phone bill, car note, cable
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin like you Fabo
And you showin off, but it's alright
And you showin off, but it's alright (alright!)
It's a short life, yeah

[Chorus One]

[Interlude: Drake]
That's a real one, in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really, pipin up on these niggaz
You gotta be, nice for what to these niggaz?
I understand

[Drake]
You got a hunnid bands
You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends
High school pics, you was even bad then
You ain't stressin off no lover in the past tense, you already had them
Work at 8 AM, finish 'round 5
Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside
Yeah, they don't really be the same offline
You know dark days, you know hard times
Doin overtime, for the last month
Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up
Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump
Gotta hit the club like you hit them motherfuckin angles
With your phone out, snappin like you Fabo
And you showin off, but it's alright
And you showin off, but it's alright
It's a short life

[Break: Big Freedia]
Uh-huh! (Oh yeah!)
These hoes! (They mad!)
Your boy! (I had!)
I may! (Watch the breakdown)

[Chorus One]

[Drake]
Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta-gotta make that
Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta-gotta make that
Gotta-gotta-gotta g-g-gotta g-g-gotta gotta
Gotta g-g-gotta gotta, gotta make that jump, jump (let's go)
{"Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up"}
Make that jump, jump
{"Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up"}
Make that jump, jump
{"Bend it over-over-over-over-over, lift it up"}
Make that jump, jump
{"Bend it over, lift it up"}
Make that jump, jump
{"Bend it over, lift it up"}
Make that jump, jump

[Interlude]

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two]

[Outro: Drake]
Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles
It's a short life