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Drake - Virginia Beach Lyrics



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I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (you, you, you, oh)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh

I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
I don't know, I think I did alright
Know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope

Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me

Pussy, it makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
For nothin' but what you could see
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That nigga spend his last check on your car
And you got it and drove it to me
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no

Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
Lean in to me, lean in to me
Lean in, lean into me

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah

Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match
Your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period"
But where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends
You ain't interested in makin' friends
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you
Girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Workin' this crop like the rubber chute
I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
He gon' find out that it's on site like W-W-W
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all

I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (mother would be proud)
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I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (you, you, you, oh)
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh

I know what you say
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
I don't know, I think I did alright
Know what I'm sayin'?
And you know how you get
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
Nope

Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
Lean into me, lean in to me
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me

Pussy, it makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
For nothin' but what you could see
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
That nigga spend his last check on your car
And you got it and drove it to me
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no

Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
Lean in to me, lean in to me
Lean in, lean into me

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Grr, grr
Yeah

Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match
Your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period"
But where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends
You ain't interested in makin' friends
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
Least we know you got the cakes on you
Girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
Workin' this crop like the rubber chute
I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
He gon' find out that it's on site like W-W-W
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
Not at all, not at all

I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (mother would be proud)
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Breaux, Harley Arsenault, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Noah James Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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• "Virginia Beach" is a song by Canadian rapper Drake, released on October 6, 2023 as the opening track from his eighth studio album For All the Dogs (2023).

• Produced by Harley Arsenault, with co-production from 40, it contains samples of the unreleased song "Wiseman" by Frank Ocean.

• Over the sample, the song finds Drake reflecting on a relationship with a woman as if talking to her. He accuses her of "drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'", which is a diss toward Barbadian singer Rihanna, who has a honorary degree from the Parsons School of Design and was in an on-again, off-again relationship with Drake from 2009 to 2016.

• "Virginia Beach" reached the US Billboard Hot 100 No. 3 and US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs (Billboard) No. 3.
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Performed By: Drake
From Album: For All The Dogs
Genre(s): Rap
Length: 4:11
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Breaux, Harley Arsenault, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Noah James Shebib
Produced by: Arsenault, 40 (co.)
Released: October 6th, 2023
Year: 2023

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