Taylor Made Freestyle Lyrics – Drake

Taylor Made Freestyle is the brand New track by Canadian rapper and singer “Drake”. Taylor Made Freestyle Song penned by Drake, and the music also produced by Drake.

Taylor Made Freestyle Lyrics By Drake

Killuminati
Dons Rise Again
You Can See It In My Eyes Again

Kendrick, We Need Ya, The West Coast Savior
Engraving Your Name In Some Hip-Hop History
If You Deal With This Viciously
You Seem A Little Nervous About All The Publicity
Fu*k This Canadian Lightskin, Dot
We Need A No-debated West Coast Victory, Man
Call Him A B!tch For Me
Talk About Him Liking Young Girls, That’s A Gift From Me
Heard It On The Budden Podcast, It’s Gotta Be True
They Told Me The Spirit Of Makaveli Is Alive
In The Nigga Under 5’5″, So It’s Gotta Be You
I Would Beef The Whole Fu*king Game
It Was Me And Snoop Dogg,
Had My Fu*king Shirt Off In The House Of Blues
K, You Gotta Fu*k This Nigga Girl, He Gotta Get Abused
All That Shit About Burning Tattoos, He Is Not Amused
That’s Jail Talk For Real Thugs, You Gotta Be You
Gotta Leave This Motherfu*ker Broken
And Bruised Before We Really Lose
You Asked For The Smoke,
Now It Seem You Too Busy For The Smoke,
I Won’t Lie, The People Confused
Now You ’bout To Give This Shit Another Week
And Fall Back To Home Girl Who Runnin’ Numbers Up? I Woulda Refused
Fu*k These Industry Relationships, She Not In Your Shoes
You Supposed To Be The Boogeyman, Go Do What You Do
Unless This Is A Moment That You Tell Us This Not Really You
In That Case, There’s Nothing Left To Say, I Just Pass It To Snoop

Nephew, What The Fu*k You Really ’bout To Do?
We Passed You The Torch At The House Of Blues
And Now You Got To Do Some Dirty Work,
You Know How To Move, Right? Right?
I Know You Never Been To Jail,
Or Wore Jumpsuits And Shower Shoes
Never Shot Nobody, Never Stabbed Nobody
Never Did Nothing Violent To No One,
It’s The Homies That Empower You
But Still, You Gotta Show This Fu*king Owl Who’s Boss On The West
Now’s A Time To Really Make A Power Move
’cause Right Now It’s Looking Like You Writing Out
The Game Plan On How To Lose
How To Bark Up The Wrong Tree And
Then Get Your Head Popped In A Crowded Room
World Is Watching This Chess Game, But Are You Out Of Moves?
Dot, You Know That The D-O-G Never Fu*king Doubted You
But Right Now It Seem Like You Posted Up
Without A Clue Of What The Fu*k You ’bout To Do

Yeah, Unc’, That’s The Truth
I’m Definitely ’bout To Come Around The Lang Gang
And Let My Fu*king Bowel Move
Shitting On You Niggas From A Whole Different Altitude
High Up In The Sky Like I’m Howard Hughes
The First One Really Only Took Me An Hour Or Two
The Next One Is Really ’bout To Bring Out The Coward In You
But Now We Gotta Wait A Fu*king Week ’cause Taylor Swift Is Your New Top
And If You ’bout To Drop, She Gotta Approve
This Girl Really ’bout To Make You Act Like You Not In A Feud
She Taylor Made, You Scheduled With Ant, You Out Of The Loop
Hate All You Corporate Industry Puppets, I’m Not In The Mood
I Love It When You Niggas Talk Loose Like I’m Not In The Room
Since “Like That,” Your Tone Changed A Little, You Not As Enthused
How Are You Not In The Booth? It Feel Like You Kinda Removed
You Tryna Let This Shit Die Down, Nah, Nah, Nah
Not This Time, Nigga, You Followin’ Through
I Guess You Need Another Week To Figure Out How To Improve
What The Fu*k Is Taking So Long? We Waitin’ On You
The Rest Of Y’all Are Definitely Involved, Y’all Gettin’ It Too
Soon As You Get The Courage To Drop, I’m Out On The Loose, On The Loose

Yeah, Shoutout To Taylor Swift
Biggest Gangster In The Music Game Right Now
You Know, I Moved My Album When She Dropped
I Said That Already
You Know She ’bout To Milli’ Run Through ’em,
Do A Milly Rock On Your Head Top, Well
She Got The Whole Pglang On Mute Like That Beyoncé Challenge
Y’all Boys Quiet For The Weekend, Like
Dot, I Know You’re In That Ny Apartment, You Struggling Right Now
I Know It
In The Notepad Doing Lyrical Gymnastics, My Boy
You Better Have A Motherfu*king Quintuple Entendre On That Shit
Some Shit I Don’t Even Understand, Like
That Shit Better Be Crazy, We Waitin’ On You
Yeah