Drake - Janice STFU (Lyrics)

Drake - Janice STFU (Lyrics) Janice STFU (Lyrics) - Drake #Drake #JaniceSTFU #JaniceSTFUlyrics #lyricvideo #popmusic 🎤 Lyrics Janice STFU: ♪ Milyana, it's been so long since you texted me ♪ ♪ I finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy ♪ ♪ You said what my work means to me will one day be the death of me ♪ ♪ They tried to kill me once but darling you just resurrected me ♪ ♪ Be cheap baby ♪ Call my phone and say you need me, baby. I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby. I'm a boozer, you a PC, baby. Pull up, play, buy, be, be, baby. And my shit came with the heat seats, baby. Swear my label got a freebie, baby. Blow on booze, just like some green tea, baby. Call my phone and say you need me, baby. Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby. I'm still scorching hot in these streets, baby. Pull up made by BP, baby. Am I swicking with the East Seas, baby? See through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby. Telling me niggas is real, pussy I know and it's real You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how I feel Shot time popping up here, going to drill, looking for someone to kill White kids listen to you, cause they feel some guilt, and that's how your soul get fulfilled Handing out turkeys on camera inside of your hood, then you go back to the hills How many houses you build, how many souls did you heal off the back of your deal Difference between niggas getting you out of your deal and letting you out of your deal Damn, against your will, how many new names do you got on your will How many more times is y'all gonna keep calling this off when it's silk? Damn. How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get ice to chill? Damn. They tryna cover it up like a quilt. Why I go skirt on a boy like a kilt? Kept it a hundred on paper like wilt. Tricking it off on a pay and a bill. That's just how I do the sauce and the spill. These hoes know how I pop it for real. These hoes know how I pop it for real. Yeah, yeah, I made way too much in a week, must be 250 at least, like the money to grow up a tree, like the money to tame it for free, for real, oh yeah, MRI machine standing my knee, like how long you been running the streets, for real, yeah, she just text me like we, we, we, we, we in Paris like 200 deep, for real. And I went bought a whip for my brother, same body but two different colors. And I might just help I get another. Small price to be checking 100. And I might book a flight out to London. oh Tags: Drake, Janice STFU, Janice STFU lyrics, lyrics Janice STFU, Drake lyrics, Janice STFU Drake lyrics, Janice STFU lyrics Drake, lyrics Janice STFU Drake, Drake album, Drake lyrics, lyrics Drake,