Drake - Drake's Voice Mail Box 1 lyrics
Aubrey Graham
[Drake - Drake's Voice Mail Box 1 lyrics]
Yo, yo, yo. This is your boy, Christopher [?], that's right, [?], chilling with my main man, Drake. On the off-the-hook from this tape. You know how we get down. That's how we do it, the real house party, baby. Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Yo, nigga. What's up? This is Glenn Lewis, man. Had to holla at my boy, Drake: the incomparable, illustrious, lyrical genius hailing from the one and only Toronto, Up-North. Throwed niggas pay attention, how my nigga get down. Drake, let 'em have it man. '06, you know how we doing it this year. We doing it big, man. We 'bout to set this whole country on fire, 'bout to put this place on the map. Let's get it
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