Drake Bugs Out When Comedian Tries Putting Drinks On ‘His Tab’ During Epic Prank — Watch

Drake Bugs Out When Comedian Tries Putting Drinks On ‘His Tab’ During Epic Prank — Watch

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Cassie Gill
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Drake was less than thrilled as comedian Trav Que hilariously tried to stick him with a massive $800K bill as part of a prank.

Drake, 34, was not about to pay for someone else’s bar tab. The Toronto born rapper was victim to prank which involved comedian Trav Que insisting that Drake was going to pay for his drinks, in addition to his own — which would have totaled a whopping $800K! “Miss — let me get 2,000 cases of [Drake’s whiskey brand] Virginia Black, 40 cases of Bumbu, and three cases of tequila,” the man said to the bartender next to a less-than-thrilled Drake.

While bottles of VB retail for about $34 each, Bumbu’s Craft Rum runs at $60 for 740mL — which would very quickly add up at a high end establishment when you factor in bottle service and markup. The rapper put his arm out in an attempt to wave the man away, shaking his head no to the woman working at the establishment. “Are you sure?” the bartender questioned, as the comedian intercepted once again. “You know who this is, right? This is Drake!” Trav exclaimed.

Put It On @Drake’s tab pic.twitter.com/pDQIFxlvFh

— TravQue (@TravQue) April 7, 2021

“You know who this is? This is Toronto himself. The 6 God. This is ‘b—— callin my phone like I’m locked up, nonstop’,” he went on, referencing one of the rapper’s 2018 Scorpion hits “Nonstop.” By this point, Drake was seemingly getting more miffed by the scenario — giving Trav a sinister stare. “Relax bro,” Drake says, as the man once again interjected. “Put it on his tab, he said he got it. Alright? Everything… everything. He said he got it,” the comedian said in the video posted to social media. The Take Care rapper then noticed he was being filmed, and reached out to swat the phone down out of the other person’s hand. Uh oh!

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Drake isn’t the first famous person to fall for Trav’s hilarious “bar tab” prank, which he also pulled on rapper Dave East, actor D. L. Hughley and “We Fly High” rapper Jim Jones. Trav has a second series that also targets celebrities where he asks singers or rappers to listen to his original lyrics — but then performs one of their own songs back. The latter left Chris Brown, Wyclef, Busta Rhymes and Tory Lanez all scratching their heads.

The Canadian rapper has been keeping a low profile lately, but was spotted out and about in Beverly Hills with a longer beard over the weekend. He was also rocking a unique heart shaped buzzcut in his hair as he walked out of a high end jewelry store with a security team. Drake rocked a large pair of diamond stud earrings and a Missoni jacket for the outing, which came after a scary attempted home intrusion incident at his 50,000 sq. foot Toronto property. A woman was arrested outside of home, Page Six reported, noting she was in possession of a knife.


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Bruh bruh – Will Roush feat. Jim Jones lyrics

Lyrics Will Roush – Bruh bruh

Como estas gatosito putos?
Yo tengo 2 comidos latinas.(bruh bruh)

One time like.
You think you know ’bout me bruh bruuuh.
Ooo, they don’t know ’bout me bruh bruuuh.
You ain’t my enemy bruh bruhhh.
You think, but you can’t see bruh bruuuh.
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Will Roush lyrics
Video Will Roush

Cam’ron – Dead Or Alive

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Uh.. killa.. Dip Set.. Santana.. Freaky.. Jim Jones

Yo, yo, yo, the way I been treated in this industry? Not nicely
Little faggot motherfucker like (*Mike Lightly*)
Tried to get someone to pop my chain
Getting robbed dog, is not my game
My nigga hopped out the van real quick, cocked that thang
Reversed the situation, popped his chain
Be happy we ain’t pop his brain
Aiyoo, I treat that show money, Mike..
Like it’s coke money, aight?
So you better have it, consequence could be a casket
I’m beyond forensic, a menace wit’ a matic
I’ma leave ’em in the streets just splattered
Beat and battered, fuck cops, police don’t matter
Bring ’em to me

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Triple noooooo, Come on, Bs Up, Dip Set, uh

Yo, aiyyo I pop to my name
With not a dollar, not a cent, not a rock to my name
Yo I’ma keep it funky dog to hop my chain
For a block and cocaine, now it’s back to my block and cocaine
You know, re-in up, and fillin’ up them pots with cocaine
Then you chop it up, and bottle up and top the cocaine
Got watch for the cops and dey chains
For them diplomatic affairs, automatic’ll flare
I whips everything from automatics to gears
Yeah, you know sticks I clutch ’em
Shots with 6 I bust em, cop kicks to scuff ’em
Fuck ’em, hop out the 6 and crush ’em
Hop in the 6 and dust ’em, BOOM

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Yo.. aiyyoo, these niggaz talkin’ shit?
They about to get hit with fuckin’ clips
You better let ’em know
I got girls that’ll buy my a quarter
Supply me wit’ water, beef come? Drive me to borders
Kamikazes wit’ they hommies..body your daughter
Turn your whole crew into +Dodgers+ like +Tommy Lasorda+
[Jim Jones]
Yeah, come on
So you faggots have that money in order
Jim’ll come through in wolves and let the hungry extort ya’
Now how is that for the drama suspense?
Any beef, our piranhas get sent
Kidnap your momma for rent
Hot shots from the beretta’ll a fly
I’m breakin’ bread with my guys, we want ’em dead or alive
Dip Set BOOM

Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive
Bring ’em Dead or Alive
Ah-oh no, bring ’em Dead or Alive

Section Boyz – Be Like Man letras

[Hook: Inch]
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

[Verse 1: Swift]
Man bang with that brap brap
Look ‘pon the goonsdem
Look ‘pon the gang
Watch that gyal look peng like pack
Look ‘pon the shoes can’t kick it with man
Pick up my zoot and pump on amn’
Quick flick out the tool and splash that man
Look how she takes out her boobs
And shake that back
Tracksuit man thought jeans was scratch
[Verse 2: Deepee]
Ugh, got drugs on us
Got drugs on us
Bare buds on the jaw
I’ll pass, don’t like your gyal she’s a fucking jar
But try come to the vid shakin’ her bums and tits
That’s drugs on us
Panties and bra
And heat for my family I’ll blast
Man’s so active I gotta throwback
Pick 2 dot dots, no mask
Had to work hard for the E-class
Shuttin’ work while I was in class
Shutdown shoobs, dance
You’re good but you sound like you listen to us
On your strip cause your mission ain’t passed
Pick up a brick then break it in parts

[Hook: Inch]
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

[Verse 3: Sleeks]
They can never be man, no never
I was doin’ road with gang
You was sitttin’ down with gyal
I got loads of green in the T house
Room smelling like damn
I got a long coat with a bang bang, tryna smoke them man
I might skrr skrr on the 2 wheels or a blacked-out van
Pull up skrr run for your life
Niggas ain’t bangin’ they lyin’
Trapping ain’t dead
Still tryna break down pies
IPhone dead
But my line on trap trap trap all the time

[Verse 4: Littlez]
Ugh, they know that we run this
Got peng gyal, lowered they undies
On the road gotta dodge the undies
Got the trap jumpin’ like bungie
Lifestyle with the brodies
Man do bare jooks and ganjas
Man ah boy man like babies
Them man just moist like Pampers
From long time man ah been on tings
Had cats cued up in a long line
Roll with Kane in the fast-lane
But a tongue-gyal wan’ taste mine
Man ah watch man like widescreen
Blow in the red with a red beam
Jump out the van like the A-Team
Man can’t be like my team

[Verse 5 : Knine]
Feds at the door
Akh in the hallway with the boom boom
Tell a gyal jump on it and ride it ’til it boom boom
Pardon, see me with gang
Or in my Jim Jones like I’m from Harlem
Section season, hundred Spartans, hundred goons
Bury that rah-tah in the garden if it’s been used
We was low-lifes on the weekend, 4 ninas in the shoe box
You what? Free the gangdem out the big box
Rumble a T rocks, hoes down Gs up

[Hook: Inch]
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
Man a real warlord, man a real badman
Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
Man pure right fist, man bare backhand
Dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

DJ SpinKing – Kitchen (feat. Don Q & Jim Jones) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
P. Stacks
DJ SpinKing baby, oh!

[Hook: Don Q]
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Spend some bands down in SoHo
I dropped a dime on a coat though
Just to go style on my old ho
And I show my faces where they don’t go
Them niggas gon’ panic I’m whipping the Phantom
That shit ’bout as big as a boat though
She calling me handsome
I think it’s the way that the piece dancing and the rope glow
We got the city put the house on it
Louis belt with the pouch on it
The bully I might just but they don’t know
They wanna know the amount tho
I told her lay on her stomach and I’ll throw them racks on your back just to count on it
I bought my momma a bag and it come out of Louis so I spent a pound on it
I got a cup full of red and I’m stuck off the meds
And I’m driving I’m highed up
I can not fuck with no feds yea they come for my head
And I’m ducking the line up
You never know where you’ll wind up
I pray they ain’t snatching my guys up
I’m drinking codeine out of wine cups
Pour a nine up till my eyes shut

[Hook: Don Q]
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Foreign cars when we uptown
Private jets when we touch down
Bentley’s out bring the truck around
Got the bag don’t fuck around
Flood it up or I bust it down
What the fuck is up when I touch the town
Pack toast like it’s Bucktown
They shooting there better duck down
Fucker, it’s Jim Jones
Got ten phones
I spent half the day (and what?)
I got ten gone
House on the water, nigga might swim home
Hopping out the Wraith, with my Timbs on

[Hook: Don Q]
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4
Back in the kitchen I’m whipping that shit that they asked for
I hop in the foreign I’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, I’m ducking the task force
I run through my passports, I’m punching the last 4