Drake - 7969 Santa (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Drake - 7969 Santa (en) Lyrics
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Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, damn
Damn, that's how you're
dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're,
that's how you're
Ayy, look, look
Who the fuck is that? It's a disguise
You ain't who I thought I recognized
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys
I don't like what you did on them
trips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like what you did to your
lips (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the tone of your
replies (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the look that's in
your eyes (Shit I don't like)
Blame this shit on bein' twenty-five
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine"
But that shit just gon' have
you on my mind, yeah
I just wanna gеt you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
Ayy, yeah, damn
Damn, that's how you'rе
dealin' with me, damn
I'm seven-nine-six-nine, seven-
nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-
nine-six-nine
Ayy
Since I had some space to myself
I typed some shit, then
I erased what I felt
That talk we had the other
day didn't help
Because you really think you
out here movin' stealth
I met the nigga everybody
say you fucked
And I could tell he wasn't
actin' like hisself
Got you out here movin'
waste like a belt
If it ain't him, then it must
be somebody else, damn
I don't like you tellin' just one
side (Shit I don't like)
I don't like the fact you never
cry (Shit I don't like)
Blame that shit on bein' twenty-five
That shit just gon' have you on my
(Baby) Dogs will be dogs
(You know I'm in the streets)
Though we may roam
(But I promise) Leave the door open
Tonight, I'm comin' home
(I'm comin' home)
Dogs will be dogs (I know
you feel me, baby)
No leash in sight
Leave the door open
I'm comin' home tonight
(I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh, ah-woo
Ah-ooh, ah-woo (I mean the dogs)
Ah-ooh (Yeah)
That's that new Teezo
Touchdown, straight
For all the dogs that's drivin' around
in Beaumont lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by
now that hundreds in a row look
like tuna in a bowl (Tuna)
This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off
And you're listenin' to BARK Radio,
live from Chapel Hill
Where the South was won,
whatever that means
We got some new Drake
and SZA comin' up
And we gon' be givin' away some
Drake tickets as well
You know he comin' to the H-Town to tear
the roof off that motherfucker
This is BARK Radio
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