Drake “Fear Of Heights” Lyrics

Here are Drake “Fear of Heights” lyrics via Genius.

[Verse]Ayy, ayy, lookWhy they make it sound like I’m still hung up on you?That could never beGyal can’t ruin meBetter him than meBetter it’s not meI’m anti, I’m antiYeah, and the sex was average with youYeah, I’m anti ’cause I had it with youOkay, I’m auntie like your daddy sisterAuntie like a family pictureAnd I had way badder bitches than you, TBHYeah, that man, he still with you, he can’t leave youY’all go on vacation, I bet it’s Antilles

[Interlude]Let me stopYou know what? Fuck it, let me go

[Part II]

[Chorus]What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? AyyGirl, you make me wanna cuff you like thе law, huhGirl, you make me wanna work you like thе job, ayyI know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?

[Verse]Let’s go pound for pound, I’m in EuropeChrome Heart Culli’, I had it importedGot in my feelings, I had to record itI never met a bitch that wasn’t for itDon’t pay for pussy, I tip for the serviceLet’s keep it frank, I just got dessertI’m in the G-Wagon MaybachJust like some currency, baby, they had to convert itI heard your bank account is on stuckHow 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 niggas some pussy, for realYou niggas some sissy, for realVirginia, I pull up and chillYou 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 bassI know that look on they faceDon’t tell me your scared of Lil’ DrakeDon’t tell me your scared of Lil’ AubreyMy niggas is crazy, WallahiDon’t even know how we escapeThe chain on her neck is a AAnd she got a lot that she needSo she gotta drop to her kneesThen she can go shoppin’ for freeI got up with a opp at the mallThat nigga was coppin’ a pleaOut the country, I link with OZSpendin’ money ain’t foreign to meYou don’t do that shit more than meYou don’t do this shit more than meHe might take you on trips and he might have some hitsBut, baby, not more than meHe might be at the trap and order some onesBut ain’t throwin’ more than me

[Chorus]What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? AyyGirl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huhGirl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayyI know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?