Lyrics Ignant S**t - Drake feat. Lil Wayne
Yeah,
I
appreciate
Your
patience
tonight
It's
been
a
moment
since
I've
done
some
public
speaking
I
find
nowadays
it's,
You
know,
best
to
keep
quiet
But,
uh,
sometimes
you
Just
gotta
let
it
out
Young
Angel
and
Young
Lion,
You
know
what
it
is
Uh,
look,
I'm
the
property
of
October
I
ain't
drive
here,
I
got
chauffeured
Bring
me
champagne
flutes,
Rosé
and
some
shots
over
I
think
better
when
I'm
not
sober
I
smoke
goodie,
No
glaucoma,
I'm
a
stockholder
Private
flights
back
home,
No
stop
over
Still
spittin'
that
shit
That
they
shot
Pac
over
The
shit
my
mother
Look
shocked
over
Yeah,
but
with
a
canvas
I'm
the
Group
of
Seven
A
migraine,
take
two
Excedrin
I'm
the
one
twice
over,
I'm
the
new
eleven
And
if
I
die
I'ma
do
it
reppin',
I
never
do
a
second
I
swear
niggas
be
eyein'
Me
all
hard
And
lyin'
to
they
girls
And
drivin'
the
same
cars
Sittin'
there
wishin'
their
Problems
became
ours
‘Cause
we
have
nothin'
in
Common
since
I
done
became
star
I
done
became
bigger,
Swervin',
writin'
in
my
peers'
lane
Same
dudes
that
used
To
holler
my
engineer's
name
One
touch,
I
could
make
The
drapes
and
the
sheers
change
And
show
me
the
city
that
I
without
fear
claim
What
I
set
seems
to
Never
extinguish
Coolest
kid
out,
baby,
Word
to
Chuck
Inglish
Count
my
own
money,
See
the
paper
cut
fingers
My
song
is
your
girlfriend's
Waking-up
ringer
Heh,
or
alarm,
or
whatever
She
be
here
at
six
In
the
morn'
if
I
let
her
But
I
never
get
attracted
to
fans
'Cause
the
eager
beaver
Could
be
the
collapse
of
a
dam
I
always
knew
that
I
could
figure
How
to
get
these
label
heads
To
offer
him
good
figures
And
me
doin'
the
shows
gettin'
Everyone
nervous
'Cause
them
hipsters
gon'
Have
to
get
along
with
them
hood
niggas
It's
all
good,
I'm
goin'
off
like
Lights
when
the
show's
over
Make
pasta,
rent
a
movie,
Call
hoes
over
Rest
in
peace
to
Heath
Ledger,
But
I'm
no
joker
I'll
slow
roast
ya,
got
no
holster
Wet
glass
on
your
table,
Nigga;
no
coaster
Burn
bread
everyday,
Boy;
no
toaster
G
and
Tez
got
a
SIG,
But
I'm
no
smoker
They
just
handin'
chips
to
me,
Nigga;
no
poker
I'm
with
it,
Young
Money,
Cash
Money
soldier
My
cup
runneth
over
The
same
niggas
I
ball
with,
I
fall
with
On
some
southern
drawl
shit
Rookie
of
the
year,
'06
Chris
Paul
shit
D-R.,
CJ,
and
Po,
I
see
y'all
These
cases
don't
work
out,
I
hope
we
can
agree
on
Makin'
enough
to
pay
any
Judge
Judy
off
First
thing
I'ma
do
is
free
Weezy,
go
And
I'd
take
probation
I
don't
want
that
T.I.
and
Vick
vacation
Private
plane,
pick
location
I'm
goin'
to
the
bank
To
make
a
big
donation
Yeah,
I
don't
stunt,
I
stunt
hard
And
if
the
food
ain't
On
the
stove
I
hunt
for
it
But
in
the
meantime
You
can
call
me
young
Roy
Jones
Jr.
fightin'
the
Drugs
and
gun
charge
Shit,
don't
leave
me
unguarded
And
I'm
a
cheesehead,
Word
to
Vince
Lombardi
Word
to
Marky
Mark,
Leave
a
snitch
departed
All
that
blood
like
the
Red
Sea
parted
My
gun
go
crazy
like
it's
retarded
Red
light
on
it
like
it's
recording
I
ain't
recordin',
I'm
just
C-4in'
My
currency
foreign;
We
are
in
a
league
they
aren't
Better
dig
in
your
Pocket
and
pay
homage
Better
cover
your
eyes,
Your
face
fallin'
Watch
the
game
from
the
side,
I'm
play
callin'
No,
I
didn't
say
that
I'm
flawless
But
I
damn
sure
don't
tarnish
My
pistol
got
comments
For
your
garments
I'm
so
high
I
can
vomit
on
a
comet
K-Y,
no
homo,
I'm
on
it
Weezy
F
Baby,
new
born
bitch
You
know
what
they
say
'Bout
when
your
palm
itch
I'm
gon'
get
money,
Money
I'm
gon'
get
Young
Money
in
your
tummy
And
we
gon'
shit
And
get
that
toilet
paper
quick,
Like
when
Bones
spit
That's
right,
bitch,
I'm
back
on
my
grown
shit
That
Audemars
Piguet,
No
ice,
just
chrome
shit
And
your
boyfriend
softer
than
a
foam
pit
I
scream,
"Fuck
the
world
with
a
long
dick!"
Motherfucker,
I'm
me!
Yeah,
bitch,
I'm
me!
You
niggas
sweet,
Like
the
pussy
in
which
I
eat
Fireman
burn
down
your
entire
street
So
fly
I'ma
take
off
when
I
leap
Bye!
And
you
can
suck
my
wings
Stand
on
my
money,
Headbutt
Yao
Ming
Put
your
hand
in
the
oven
If
you
touch
my
things
I'm
shufflin'
the
cards,
'Bout
to
cut
my
queens
But
I
ain't
the
dealer
House
full
of
bitches
Like
Tila
Tequila
Yeah,
I'm
the
man
in
the
mirror
My
swagger
just
screamin',
Motherfucker,
do
you
hear
her?
Yeah,
Drizzy
Drake
what
the
lick
read?
We
make
magic,
boy;
Roy
and
Siegfried
Woo,
Young
Mula,
baby
Yeah
1 Ignorant Shit
2 I'm Goin' In
3 I'm Goin In
4 November 18th
5 Let's Call It Off (feat. Peter Bjorn and John)
6 Let's Call It Off
7 Lets Call It Off
8 Uptown
9 Best I Ever Had
10 Successful
11 Successful
12 Successful
13 Lust For Life
14 Houstatlantavegas
15 Ignant Shit
16 Ignant S**t
17 A Night Off
18 Congratulations
19 Brand New
20 Outro
21 The Outro
22 Bria's Interlude
23 Sooner Than Later
24 Unstoppable (Remix - feat. Santo Gold & Lil Wayne)
25 Unstoppable
26 Little Bit
27 Little Bit (feat. Lykke Li)
28 Say What's Real
29 Fear
30 The Calm
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