Fear Of Heights Lyrics : This song sung by Drake, a latest addition to the English music scene, featured in the album “For All The Dogs”. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Drake and music for this track was produced by Pooh Beatz.
Fear Of Heights Song Details
Singer : Drake
Album : For All The Dogs
Lyrics : Drake, Dougie F, Pooh Beatz, BNYX®, Nik D, OZ
Music : Pooh Beatz, OZ, Nik D, BNYX®
Label : Republic Records, OVO Sound
Fear Of Heights Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, look
Why they make it sound like I’m still hung up on you?
That could never be
Gyal can’t ruin me
Better him than me
Better it’s not me
I’m anti, I’m anti
Yeah, and the s*x was average with you
Yeah, I’m anti ’cause I had it with you
Okay, I’m auntie like your daddy sister
Auntie like a family picture
And I had way badder b*tches than you, TBH
Yeah, that man, he still with you, he can’t leave you
Y’all go on vacation, I bet it’s Antilles
Let me stop
You know what? F*ck it, let me go
What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
I know you a cat, but can your p*ssy do the dog?
Let’s go pound for pound, I’m in Europe
Chrome Heart Culli’, I had it imported
Got in my feelings, I had to record it
I never met a b*tch that wasn’t for it
Don’t pay for p*ssy, I tip for the service
Let’s keep it frank, I just got dessert
I’m in the G-Wagon Maybach
Just like some currency, baby, they had to convert it
I heard your bank account is on stuck
How can you keep it buck if you ain’t got no bucks?
How can you keep it a hundred if you ain’t got hundreds around ’cause you stackin’ ’em up?
You ni*gas some p*ssy, for real
You ni*gas some sissy, for real
Virginia, I pull up and chill
You know you can’t come where I stay
‘Fore you get caught on a date
‘Fore you get put on a plate, ah
‘Fore you get slid on like skates
‘Fore I get turned up like bass
I know that look on they face
Don’t tell me your scared of Lil’ Drake
Don’t tell me your scared of Lil’ Aubrey
My ni*gas is crazy, Wallahi
Don’t even know how we escape
The chain on her neck is a A
And she got a lot that she need
So she gotta drop to her knees
Then she can go shoppin’ for free
I got up with a opp at the mall
That ni*ga was coppin’ a plea
Out the country, I link with OZ
Spendin’ money ain’t foreign to me
You don’t do that shit more than me
You don’t do this shit more than me
He might take you on trips and he might have some hits
But, baby, not more than me
He might be at the trap and order some ones
But ain’t throwin’ more than me
What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
I know you a cat, but can your p*ssy do the dog?