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
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-06T16:23-03:00 - BR X
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
[Verse 1: Drake]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Drake & Chief Keef]
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
[Chorus: Drake]
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I just wanna get you off of my mind
Ayy, yeah, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn
I just wanna get you off of my mind
I'm seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
[Verse 2: Drake]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Drake & Chief Keef]
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 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 excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine"
That shit just gon' have you on my
[Interlude: Teezo Touchdown]
(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)
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
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
Vent, vent, vent, vent, vent, vent, jævla
Damn, det er slik du takler meg, jævla
Jævla, det er slik du er, det er slik du er
Ayy, se, se
[Vers 1: Drake]
Hvem faen er det? Det er en forkledning
Du er ikke den jeg trodde jeg kjente igjen
20 pund på leien din
Tispe, jeg kunne brukt det på gutta
[Pre-Chorus: Drake & Chief Keef]
Jeg liker ikke det du gjorde på dem turer (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Jeg liker ikke det du gjorde mot leppene dine (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Jeg liker ikke tonen i svarene dine (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Jeg liker ikke utseendet som er i øynene dine (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Skyld denne dritten på tjuefem
Den unnskyldningen for meg flyr bare ikke
Zack fortsett å si "møt på syv-ni"
Men den dritten bare har deg i tankene mine, ja
[Chorus: Drake]
Jeg vil bare få deg fra tankene mine
Jeg vil bare få deg fra tankene mine
Jeg vil bare få deg fra tankene mine
Ayy, ja, jævla
Damn, det er slik du takler meg, jævla
Damn, det er slik du takler meg, jævla
Jeg vil bare få deg fra tankene mine
Jeg er syv-ni-seks-ni, syv-ni-seks-ni, syv-ni-seks
Syv-ni-seks-ni, syv-ni-seks-ni
[Vers 2: Drake]
Ayy
Siden jeg hadde litt plass for meg selv
Jeg skrev litt dritt, så slettet jeg det jeg følte
Den praten vi hadde forleden, hjalp ikke
Fordi du virkelig tror at du her flytter stealth
Jeg møtte niggaen alle sier at du knullet
Og jeg kunne fortelle at han ikke handlet som om han selv
Fikk deg her ute med å bevege avfall som et belte
Hvis det ikke er ham, må det være noen andre, jævla
[Pre-Chorus: Drake & Chief Keef]
Jeg liker ikke det du gjorde på dem turer (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Jeg liker ikke det du gjorde mot leppene dine (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Jeg liker ikke at du forteller bare en side (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Jeg liker ikke det faktum at du aldri gråter (dritt jeg ikke liker)
Skyld den dritten på tjuefem
Den unnskyldningen for meg flyr bare ikke
Zack fortsett å si "møt på syv-ni"
Den dritten bare har deg på meg
[Interlude: Teezo touchdown]
(Baby) hunder vil være hunder
(Du vet at jeg er i gatene) Selv om vi kan streife rundt
(Men jeg lover) la døren være åpen
I kveld kommer jeg hjem (jeg kommer hjem)
Hunder vil være hunder (jeg vet at du føler meg, baby)
Ingen bånd i sikte
La døren være åpen
Jeg kommer hjem i kveld (jeg mener hundene)
Ah-oh, ah-woo
Ah-Ooh, ah-woo (jeg mener hundene)
Ah-Ooh (ja)
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Det er den nye Teezo touchdown, rett
For alle hundene som kjører rundt i Beaumont ser ut for litt katt
Alt du pitbulls skal vite nå at hundrevis på rad ser ut som tunfisk i en bolle (tunfisk)
Dette er Curtis cut-a-titch-off
Og du lytter til å bjeffe radio, live fra Chapel Hill
Der sør ble vunnet, uansett hva det betyr
Vi fikk noen nye Drake og Sza kom opp
Og vi vil også gi bort noen drake -billetter
Du vet at han kommer til H-byen for å rive taket av den morfuckeren
Dette er barkradio