Drake We Made It Quotes & Sayings

Hope you don't judge me. Cause me and you are not all that different. You made me this way, you made me famous. You all assisted. — Drake

Climbed that roost, alighted right there.
Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.
A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare.
Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear. — Darrell Drake

My mother made me truly appreciate women. — Drake

Nigga we made it. — Drake Douglas

I made mistakes, I made some bread. I even made a way for them to get ahead. — Drake

I can't believe we really made it, I'm partly surprised. — Drake

I'm busy gettin rich. I don't want trouble. I made enough for 2 niggas, boy, stunt double. — Drake

I can't relate to these haters, my enemies never made it. — Drake

He didn't mind Drake so much. Drake was a creep.
It was the girl who made Orc want to cry.
She was a monster. Like Orc. Begging for death. Begging for someone to let her go to her Jesus.
Kill me, kill me, kill me, she begged every day and every night.
Orc took a deep swig.
Tears seeped from his human eyes and fell into the rocky crevices of his face. — Michael Grant

I could feel her wipe away something wet, but I refused to think she had made me cry as well as admit that I was a coward. The League of Men was going to come confiscate my balls at this rate. But it didn't matter. Trixie was worth it. — Jocelynn Drake

She took the bottom of her shirt and wiped the handles of the blades. He made a face.
"What was that for?"
"Fingerprints. I'm not wastin' time explainin' to cops why six inches of steel went into a dumbass. — Randall Kenneth Drake

She set out for revenge, to run them through, to do what an elf, an elf must do."
The next verse was Merill's to improvise. "Climbed that roost, alighted right there. Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears."
"A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare. Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear."
"Ballad of the loneliest ones," lamented Merill.
"The loneliest ones," said Almi. She accepted that title; they were the loneliest. The elf gloomed. — Darrell Drake

All the care I would take, all the love that we made.. Now you trying to find somebody to replace what I gave to ya — Drake

I didn't like roses. They reminded me of the women in my life: beautiful and bright, but if you touched them they made you bleed. — Tarryn Fisher

Can't you see ... that I made it? Yeah I made it First I made you who you are, but then I made it. — Drake

Ben made me laugh. I was attracted to his attraction for me: the way he smiled for instance, whenever he saw me, that goofy kind of grin that hijacks the face of the helplessly smitten. — Cheryl Drake Harris

Griffin Drake and his MacBook were the best of friends, more intimate than lovers. He slept with it. He cared for it with specially made cleaning cloths and cans of air to keep it dust free. Plants and fish had died under his watch with alarming regularity, but the computer-the computer was tended like a child. — Tere Michaels

I took some sense and made a nickel of it. — Drake

I am proud to say that I am not in it for the money. If I made a million dollars, I would donate most of it to various charities and libraries. — Selena I. R. Drake

Sally: 'We're in India: think spirituality, positive energy -'
Katia: 'Peace?'
Sally: 'And love.'
Katia: 'Karma.'
Sally: 'Tantra! Actually, maybe not that. Sounds a bit tiring and we do have work to do. — Emma Jackson

I was pregnable once," Merill thought to contribute. She remembered how troublesome it made getting around, having a ripe belly. Couldn't roll properly, couldn't hop properly, couldn't romp or flop properly. There were the cravings for roasted cabbage - she loathed cabbage, with its leaves and growing in rows. And labor! Merill passed out during childbirth. She'd endured burns, lacerations, rips, serrated teeth, nails, hooks and a trove of unmentionable harm-inflictors. Labor trounced them all and wriggled gleefully in the spray of blood and gore. "Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly. — Darrell Drake

Nobody understood what it was like to be black and Jewish ... being different from everyone else just made me a lot stronger. — Drake

Jim eyed me for a couple of seconds, then got off the bed and went to curl up on the pile of blankets I'd
arranged as its bed. "I don't suppose you'd care to lend me a couple hundred euros?"
I pointed at the wall. It turned its back to me so I could get into the nightgown Perdita had lent me. "You
are not going to bet on me. Or against me. No betting whatsoever.
Got that?"
Jim huffed and settled down for the night. "You sure do know how to take all the fun out of life. Bet you
even made Drake use a condom. — Katie MacAlister

Drake growled against her mouth. Ria's body felt as if it were a flame. When Drake made that sound, she melted for him. Something about that rumble that began in his chest caressed every nerve in her body, making her want more. He pushed her shirt up and began to nip at her belly. — Chudney Thomas

Oh my God, is it a bear?"
Ian's yell from across the camp made Snow stop. Then he choked as laughter spilled from his throat.
"It's not a bear, Ian," Rowe yelled. "It's just Snow. Gettin' some. — Jocelynn Drake

On a long sea voyage the rowers of Carib merchant canoes kept a small brazier of coals going amidships. Every 30 minutes or so, a small wad of tobacco leaves was placed on the brazier and, as the smoke began to rise, the rowers would put a forked nose pipe made from the breastbone of a seabird into the fumes and draw them in. After holding the smoke for awhile, a rower would exhale powerfully with a shout like high school players breaking a football huddle and then go back to the awesome task of single-handedly rowing a fully loaded commercial canoe over the open seas. — Bill Drake

And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin bout how they livin and loanin a little money and keepin em outta prison I aint lyin in my verses, I'm just tellin you the basics of growin up wit ya friends and becomin the one that made it — Drake

Whatcha got there?" Drake asked, nodding to the floor. "Snacks for me." I winked. "Well, now I'm offended." He fake pouted, scooting away from me in his seat, which made it even more funny because there was nowhere for him to go in the tiny car. "Why is that?" Nothing wrong with playing along, besides, he was cute when he was fake-mad. What was I saying? He was cute ALL the time. He turned to me and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me close. Far off, I caught a whiff of his scent. Mmm. Delicious. "It's just that I thought I was your snack on the go." His breath danced on my cheek, dangerously close to my lips. I giggled before I could stop myself. "Do you really want me to suck you dry?" "Mmm, that sounds like an offer I can't refuse." He raised his eyebrows and flashed a naughty grin. "Don't be dirty, I didn't mean that." I slapped his arm for good measure. "Is that all you think of me as - some kind of slutty vampire? — Karly Kirkpatrick