Letra de 7969 Santa - Drake

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 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

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 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

(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, "Stray"

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 roll look like tuna in a bowl to 'em

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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