Video Best I Ever Had Feat Peez de Drake 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Drake - Best I Ever Had Feat Peez Lyrics

[Peez:]
Yo Drake, I got somebody special I gotta talk to too
OK Baby! Yeah she know who she is

She got me lookin forward to the future life
Days fly by, heart flutter like a little kite
L-V-E, I'll buy a O my little Vanna White
And when they see we, a nigga cheese
Even though he got an overbite
And when I write verses, my words about you
Under the sheets my purpose is to satisfy you
And I love it when you make them little faces
Baby you feel so amazing
Best I ever had, I'll say it
All these chickens gotta face it that umm...
You're better than they'll ever be
Sexy and you're smart
And your heart is where it needs to be
When you're around, you make me wanna go a climb a tree
I'm nuts for you
I'm stoned, I don't think that I'm comin down
Hair, nails, feet did
Jeans tight, teeth white
Lick it cause it's so nice
Sweet pie, delight
Whipped cream fantasy
Lips gleam, damn I mean
Dream team, New Regime
Shout out to Chase and Dean
No one is fuckin better
Once I stack a little cheddar
We gonna live it up
Where all we gonna get is sunny weather
So right now all I need is you and music
My motivation, Drake I need your help let's do this

[Hook:]
Baby you my everything
You all I ever wanted
We can do it real big
Bigger then you ever done it
You be up on everything
Other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever
I swear I can spend whatever on it
Cause she hold me down everytime I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gon live it up
She make me beg for it till she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time

I say you the fucking best
You the fucking best
You the fucking best
You the fucking best
You the best I ever had
Best I ever had
Best I ever had
Best I ever had
I say you the fucking

[Drake:]
Sex, Love, Pain
Baby I be on that Tank shit
Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disk
When my album drop
Bitches will buy it for the picture
And niggas will buy it too
And claim they got it for they sister
Magazine paper girl
But money ain't the issue
They bring dinner to my room
And ask me to initial
She call me the referee
Cause I be so official
My shirt ain't got no stripes
But I can make your pussy whiiiiiiiiistle
Like the Andy Griffith theme song
And who told you to put them jeans on
Double-cup love
You the one I lean on
Feeling for a fix
Then you should really get your feen on
Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot
Every single show she out there repping like a mascot
Get it from the back
And make your fucking bra strap pop
All up in your slot until the nigga hit the jackpot

[Hook]