Staring at Your Dress Because It’s See Through Lyrics Drake – CLB

Staring at Your Dress Because It’s See Through Lyrics sung by Drake from the album Certified Lover Boy represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Girls Want Girls by Drake.

Staring at Your Dress Because It’s See Through Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ayy

[Chorus: Drake]
Starin’ at your dress ’cause it’s see through, yeah
Talkin’ ’bout the s^^^ that you done been through, yeah
Said that you a lesbian, girl, me too, ayy
Girls want girls where I’m from, wait, uh, yeah
Girls want girls, wait, woah, yeah, yeah
Girls want girls where I’m from, oh yeah, yeah
Girls want girls, woah, ayy, woah
Girls want girls where I’m from, ayy

[Verse 1: Drake]
Cannot play a player, baby
I grew up andrea faced
I done seen the realest ones come and leave a crazy way
Had to take my spot, it wasn’t just somethin’ that they gave away
Sorry to all my fans that might’ve caught me on a crazy day
F^^^ you niggas thinkin’ tryna block me on a fadeaway
I been on this s^^^, I only vibe with a payday
Say you go that way, I guess we both go thе same way
Girls want girls where I’m from
Yеah, yeah, where we both from, ayy
And you just got to Miami, need hotel rooms
Niggas told you that they love you, but they fell through
So you shop 42 ’cause you, ayy
And you throwin’ on that dress ’cause it’s see-through, yeah
Talkin’ ’bout the s^^^ that you done been through, yeah
Textin’ me and say I need to see you

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
I don’t know (I don’t know)
I might come, I might go, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I might come, I might go, I don’t know, baby

[Chorus: Drake]
Starin’ at your dress ’cause it’s see through, yeah
Talkin’ ’bout the s^^^ that you done been through, yeah
Said that you a lesbian, girl, me too, ayy
Girls want girls where I’m from, wait, yeah, woah
Girls want girls, wait, woah, yeah, yeah
Girls want girls where I’m from, oh yeah, yeah
Girls want girls, ayy, yeah
Girls want girls where I’m from

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
My girl got a girlfriend
They tryna be out of shape, well stay up on them curls then
If gym don’t work, then surgery
I’ll pay for that, my courtesy
Can’t imagine no b^^^^ curvin’ me
I put in that work overly, I handle business
And I got two pretty b^^^^es, keep ’em both on fleek
They got matching Benz and matching AP’s
Now they can really call each other twins
I’m cool with all the owners, they love me, so they gon’ let us in
And bring all of your peers, it look better with more people
We got 1942 Casamigos, it’s getting heated
They gotta follow us in the Uber, my car filled up with shooters
It be lights, camera, action when you with us, it’s a movie
I don’t drive my coupe to house parties, I’m tryna leave two of ’em
Yeah, don’t nobody notice the s^^^ that we do
She like eating p^^^^, I’m like, “Me too”
I can’t wait to get off work to go and see you
Please bring your girlfriend along with you
Y’all been on my mind too much, like what the f^^^ is wrong with me?
She said it’s somethin’ about the way your girl just makes her feel
Whatever you been dreamin’ about, I swear to make it real
Ride around the town with me, then come lay down with me

[Pre-Chorus: Drake & Lil Baby]
I don’t know (I don’t know)
I might come, I might go, I don’t know (I don’t know, I don’t know)
I might come, I might go, I don’t know, baby

[Chorus: Drake]
Starin’ at your dress ’cause it’s see through, yeah
Talkin’ ’bout the s^^^ that you done been through, yeah
Said that you a lesbian, girl, me too, ayy
Girls want girls where I’m from, wait, uh, yeah
Girls want girls, wait, woah, yeah, yeah
Girls want girls where I’m from, no, yeah, yeah
Girls want girls, woah, ayy, woah
Girls want girls where I’m from

[Outro: Drake]
But I know you wanna roll with the gang
And I know you want the finest of things
Askin’ me about se—se—, feelin’ down
‘Cause you know the things are goin’ my way

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