7969 Santa (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：A. Graham/A. Thomas/N. Lieberthal/A. Lustig/J. Sweet/B. Saint Fort/K. Cozart/T. Lament Taylor/T. Pittman

Composed by：A. Graham/A. Thomas/N. Lieberthal/A. Lustig/J. Sweet/B. Saint Fort/K. Cozart/T. Lament Taylor/T. Pittman

Produced by：nyan/Alex Lustig/Jahaan Sweet/BNYX

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 **** is that

It's a disguise

You ain't who I thought I recognized

Twenty thousand pound on your rent

***** I coulda spent that on the guys

I don't like what you did on them trips

**** I don't like

I don't like what you did to your lips

**** I don't like

I don't like the tone of your replies

**** I don't like

I don't like the look that's in your eyes

**** I don't like

Blame this **** on bein' twenty-five

That excuse for me just doesn't fly

Zack keep sayin' "Meet at seven-nine"

But that **** 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 **** 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 ******

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

**** I don't like

I don't like what you did to your lips

**** I don't like

I don't like you tellin' just one side

**** I don't like

I don't like the fact you never cry

**** I don't like

Blame that **** on bein' twenty-five

That excuse for me just doesn't fly

Zack keep sayin' "Meet at seven-nine"

And that **** just gon' have you on my

Baby dogs will be dogs

Though we may roam

But I promise

Leave the door open

Tonight I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home

Dogs will be dogs

You 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

This is Curtis Cut-A-*****-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 ************

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