Still Got It

Still Got It

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[Drake] I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long Did you have fun? 'cause Ima need a cab just to get me home And maybe you can call in sick And bring you to the crib and get all this, all this I know, I know I'm blunt, but how real is that? You want that feeling back? After almost 7 years what if you had the chance to make things right between the person you let slip away? Chantel got a chance to with her high school sweetheart Chresanto. Only she already has her Prince Charming and white horse Kevin. Or well at least she thinks she does... Based off: Still Got It by Tyga ft. Drake
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