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lirik lagu to kill a butterfly (ai kendrick diss) – drake

[verse: drake]
yeah, yeah, i’m rolling them skunk at a quarter to eight
i chop em in half that’s a quarter to eighth
you can’t buy this sh*t i imported the drink
the bottle just came placed the order in may
i don’t do the beef but i order the steak
you turned to the person you swore that you ain’t
he showed his true colors they wore out the paint
i rip up your contract get thrown in your face
got money to make, i don’t care about the clout
you talking too much close your arrogant mouth
don’t call me for nothin don’t care what it’s bout
we drop all the bodies and carry thеm out
yeah we carry them out
thеy playing it safe took the scarier route
i rumble with titans we tear down your house
we knock down your walls and we airing’ it out
we airin’ it out, was talking that sh*t it’s embarrassing now
they stay on my d*ck, apparently
i gotta go and step out of my character now

outta my character now
aubrey still wearing the crown, and i am not handing it down

background: (six, six, six)
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[verse: drake]
six need a excorcist, that lil n*gga don’t know what big stepping is
came out the shadows to prove that he relevant
see me and cole running sh*t like a peloton
stride ain’t enough to be stepping to me
that name dropping sh*t ain’t impressive to me
you p*ssy, it took you a decade to speak
the k, got a dot knock your head off your shoulders, man f*ck all them grammys im the best in the league
yeah y’all can debate about the two or the three. that shock value verse ain’t gon’ do it for me
i been in the field while you sit on the bleachers, i gave you your start, you was touring with me
you pump out his chest tryna prove he elite. my punchlines will knock out that lil boy’s t**th
candyman, candyman, candyman, thought you a stepper but i got you lookin’ real sweet
i’m really like that i got nothin’ to prove. our legacy legend could never be brusied
that track blowing up and the metro was booming for mentioning me, i’m the talk of the room
we know you can’t fit in my shoes. f*ck it i’m breaking the rules
i should’ve left you in compton,
you’d probably be waiting on tables and serving me food
more hits in the archives than your team has on my hard drive
did a deep fake for the heart five
cause you fake deep them ain’t hard rhymes
b*tch it’s tea time we on par five you don’t really rap b*tch you part time
i’m gonna live forever through these bars
while you come in number two by a large size

- drake

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