Little Birdie – Drake (Testo)
Testo Little Birdie Drake Ecco il Testo Little Birdie Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Ay, ay Ay, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person All these pussy niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle All these pussy niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon Yeah, ay (D-D-DJ Frisco954, yeah) What? What? Damn Damn, yeah, ay, look A little birdie said you did me dirty And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically 2009, I'm lit, I told them, "Hurry and up and book me" Yeah, hurry and up and book me 'fore I charge a fortune Lauryn, why you actin' like I'm not important to you? You was there in '24 when niggas shot the door in See you outside again, I thought your ass went corporate You put the ex in expensive, girl, you so annoyin' I used to fuck you slow, I used to leave it in I used to hate to tour, I ain't wanna leave again Now I know the truth about you and I'm free again Until your new man cop them tickets, you won't see me 'gain Yeah, yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, a little birdie said you did me dirty I be tellin' Alex Moss, "Fuck it, "his-and-hers" it" Ay, what? Yeah, "his-and-hers" it I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person All these pussy-niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle All these pussy-niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon Yeah, damn, for real A little birdie said you did me dirty How you fish 'em out to ask me if that shit would hurt me? Girl, you know that shit would hurt me, girl, you know it's working Yeah, girl, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically You tryna bring me down, actin' like you worried 'bout me You know you did me wrong, askin' how I heard about it I said a birdie told me, damn, you did me dirty, homie Yeah, it's over for us, I can see the curtain closing Put a hurting on me, put a lot of burden on me I'm in the strip club, all these hoes converging on me I'm back outside in here, flirting with the thirty on me, damn Ay, yeah, uh A little birdie said you did me dirty And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically 2009, I'm lit, I told them, "Hurry and up and book me" (D-D-DJ Frisco954, yeah)
Plot Twist – Drake (Testo)
Testo Plot Twist Drake Ecco il Testo Plot Twist Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Ayy October's Own is the label Seven-figure deal was a fable Eight figure bought out the neighbors Now figures turnin' the tables You pussy boy better be ready And able I'm comin' I can't talk on bro case Cause it's sticky Free T and free Greezy My killies My youngins put locks on the city So niggas be shook to come Out when it's litty T, that's the crodie So free him These niggas a joke and I wouldn't wanna be 'em I'll be the producer like "What's the BPM?" I cannot de-escalate things if we see 'em My young boys don't do it for clout If they do it They cover they head and they mouth Swear there's some shit I'm forgettin' about 03 out the slime When they lettin' him out? (You dig?) I be with them guys from The 6ix that you niggas Stay talkin' On Reddit about Say a whole lot But we saw you And we had you beggin' it out 'member that shit? Twist, twistin' it Yeah He's twistin' his fingers And lookin' at me Twistin' some shit up That I've never seen Twistin' it up I don't know what that means Twist I'm twistin' it back Cause he twistin' at me Twistin' that 6ix in his face Twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P Twistin' That M and the O and the B Twistin' the O and the C And the T and the O And the B and the E and the R and The G and The A and the N and the G Twist Ayy Yeah, twistin' it Ayy, twistin' it I'm twistin' it up Cause he twistin' at me I haven't seen bro in a while But that nigga wild I'm not in a rush to People keep tellin' me smile But bro is on trial, the shit to adjust to I don't need security to ride Round town We can fly downtown just us two Unless you know the G-way Handshake When we go to shake hands Man can't trust you Pullin' out the cash on camera Waterproof iPhone case Bro splash on camera She wanna pop ass on camera Sweetie You can film Just don't put— on camera The judge tryna move so racist We gotta go beat some cases Before we show faces And all I do is shut down stages My face never ages I must be in God's good graces If my emotions are showin' It's only because I'm ahead of what they got goin' I'm tryna stay laid back Cause you know the hot heads with me And they wanna get the payback goin' I don't recognize none of that shit that he's throwin' But maybe where he's from They know it All I know is the mandem are pissed (Pissed) Fuck that shit Man Twist Twistin' it Yeah He's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me Twistin' some shit up that I've never seen Twistin' it up I don't know what that means Twist I'm twistin' it back Cause he twistin' at me Twistin' that 6ix in his face Twistin' that R in his face like Styles And P Twistin' that M and the O and the B Twistin' the O And the C and the T And the O and the B And the E and the R and The G and the A and the N and the G Twist Ayy Yeah Twistin' it Ayy Twistin' it I'm twistin' it up Cause he twistin' at me Yeah Is that Drake's necklace? (It's mine) Oh You're You're part of his Uh Best friends group? One of— yeah This is our gang Aw What is it called?
B’s On The Table – Drake (Testo)
Testo B’s On The Table Drake Ecco il Testo B’s On The Table Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Yeah, none of you pussies is actin' the same Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain You pussies could never get back with the gang Go to the hotel right after your game Or come to your show and get back on the plane This contract talk is fryin' my brain The numbers they talkin' are actually insane It's B's on the table, B's on the table B's on the table, B's on the table I don't wanna talk 'bout M's, I don't wanna talk 'bout friends I don't wanna talk about how this shit started, man, I wanna talk about how this shit ends There's B's on the table, B's on the table (yeah) B's on the table (okay then), B's on the table Can't even talk to my dawgs, can't even talk to my bitch Sometimes, I sit in the parkin' garage and I talk to my watch or I talk to my whip It's B's on the table, B's on the table (okay then) It's B's on the table (okay then), B's on the table (okay) I've been on my "Just in case" shit I got a whole lotta names and dates and pictures and faces Saved for whenever the right time and place, just trust me, I know there's B's on the table, B's on the table B's on the table, B's on the table Spent months in the corner, just me and my back I'm used to this, I'm numb to that, I know I just gotta adapt, ay Let's wait on your Spotify Wrapped The messages you 'bout to send on the 16th, please don't hit send on none of that There's no need to check where the temperature is, you know what it is if you double back Shoulda put another blade in my back, shoulda stood over and double-tapped Ay, what y'all need, a duffle bag? What is that offer they said? What did they put on the table? What does that say on that paper? Fuck that, they gotta double that, triple that, fuck is the bitches at? Yeah, the chef too Michelin Come to the 6 and we dippin' you boys like a christenin' Kevin Hart liquor, he shook, I'ma put you in sticky predicaments Killy might come take a stick off a pussy like they was transitionin' I'm fightin' the man, not suin' the rapper, you boys is not listenin', ah Your boyfriend a fisherman, that's just the word in the industry Don't mean to be in y'all business I'm talkin' spicy, hot, sizzlin' Don't stick around if you visitin' (B's on the table, B's on the table) yeah, what? What is the offer they said? What did they put on the table? Better treat me like Shane Coppin' Bank tellers better stay clocked in Bank tellers better, yeah, what? B's on the table
Slap The City – Drake (Testo)
Testo Slap The City Drake Ecco il Testo Slap The City Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Yeah Your waist so nice to grip, didn't cost a grip Natural on the hips, waitin' for a hint Stare into your eyes, lost in abyss Didn't say your name, should I call you "Miss"? Should I call you "Twizz"? Should I call you "Twin"? Put your number in, I'll call you soon Take you on a jet, there's plenty room Even bedrooms, 'case you wanna snooze Or just get loose, fly you to wherever, even to the moon Girl, I like you, but you know exactly what I really wanna do Before I met you, I was alone I feel like I'm always alone, just thinkin', like Big crib, but I feel like no one's home Will I find love or will I stay alone? Damn, come on, must be someone in my phone That loves me just for me, I don't know And before that, we've been movin' like dogs, I can't even lie Before I met you Two hundred girls filled the crib, who summoned 'em? Spade or Astro, it must be one of them Better find love 'fore we slap the whole city in and there ain't nothin' left Mm I don't wanna play around Baby, mm, no (ooh) I don't wanna play around (I don't wanna play around), baby (ooh) I don't wanna play around (loyalty is everything where I'm from) Baby, mm, no (ooh) I don't wanna play around (that's why I don't play around) I don't play around (I'm either in or I'm out), baby (ooh) So baby, show me some' Yeah, you treat Clase Azul like it's Apple juice You say, "Smokin' weed good for you, natural" You expect men you – to buy you nice things, but you wouldn't call it transactional You say you downloaded Hinge, but no one's compatible, nothin' was magical There's no one you matchin' with You say I slapped the whole city, you slapped up like half of it, let's not get accurate There ain't no point in pullin' out my record and trackin' it, preach what you practicin' Yeah, I did what I did and I've done what I've done, and girl, nothing's an accident You went to Queens University, now you a graduate, shout-out your family them You say you need someone passionate, girl, you know we in a city of savages Yeah, most girls in the city will come to my house and they know where the bathroom is I know some girls for directors that's casting if they out here lookin' for actresses The same ones that say they don't care about looks, but they know what attractive is Don't try and tell your man good things come in no small -packages, you need a daggerin' I'm finally ready to see you, I promise I'm burning my candles and flippin' my mattresses You wanna try somethin' different with me, I can set up the camera and make you an amateur She want the fit off the mannequin', she want a reason to get out of Canada I don't wanna play around (I don't wanna play around), baby (ooh) I don't wanna play around (loyalty is everything where I'm from) Baby, mm, no (ooh) I don't wanna play around (that's why I don't play around) I don't play around (I'm either in or I'm out), baby (ooh) So baby, show me some'
Don’t Worry – Drake (Testo)
Testo Don’t Worry Drake Ecco il Testo Don’t Worry Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. I don't know you tell me I feel alive, no thanks to you What is this I'm waking up to, waking up to? I don't need you breaking my news, I see it too I don't have as much patience as you When do they look up to you? Guess that isn't up to you (yeah) If I give my everything, would that be enough for you? (Yeah, yeah) Come and have the best time on the best side We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (yeah) Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (yeah) Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a barbie (yeah) Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (ay, ay) Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (ay) She wanna go next door, she wanna meet party (ay, yeah) She said she was Persian and started speakin' Farsi (yeah) I don't know what's up with me lately, lately I say, "I'm alone," she said, "That's not somethin' you should be" 'Preciate you reachin' out, don't be too concerned about me You know that I'm drinkin', smokin', thinkin' (yeah) Please stop askin' me, "When are we linkin'?" It's Iceman season I don't know what's up with me lately, lately Yeah I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement If he trippin' with the gang, then I just wanna see a boy struggle with the payments If he trippin' with the gang, then I just might get that boy hit for entertainment If he trippin' with the gang, then I just wanna see a boy working on the day shift And the night shift (that's how I feel) I just wanna see that boy struggle with the phone bill And the light bill (that's how I feel) I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement If he trippin' with the gang, then Come and have the best time on the best side We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (yeah) Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (yeah) Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a Barbie (yeah) Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (ay, ay) Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (ay) She wanna go next door, she wanna meet party (ay, yeah) I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
Cheetah Print – Drake (Testo)
Testo Cheetah Print Drake Ecco il Testo Cheetah Print Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Smack it Smack it Smack that ass Smack that thick old ass, I First thing, can I get consent? I am a gentleman Girl, your face an eight and your ass is a ten Girl, what's in that drink? It taste like medicine I need a bad bitch to come take my innocence Remind me that I'm him again and where I've been again Rock hard since you stood up, girl, so please don't sit again Shit won't feel sweet again until we meet again Bend over, touch your feet again I'll smack that ass, smack that ass until I leave a print Smack that ass, smack that ass until it's cheetah print I'll smack that ass, smack that ass until I leave a print I'll smack that ass, smack that ass until it's cheetah print, damn Smack that ass, smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass (smack it), smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass (smack it), smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass, smack that big old ass, I Yeah That shit there is very nice, girl, that shit is really- It's steak and syrup on a cherry ice, girl Tell me what you want and I'll tell you what I really want Like I'm Scary Spice, girl, I'ma bring you to a balcony out in paradise And then smack that ass, smack that ass until I leave a print I'll smack that ass, smack that ass until it's cheetah print I'll smack that ass, smack that ass until I leave a print I'll smack that ass, smack that ass until it's cheetah print, damn Smack that ass, smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass (smack it), smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass (smack it), smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass, smack that big old ass, I Clap with no hands A'ight, we gon' start with the basic step, ladies, nice and slow To the left, to the right, throw it back now, y'all One cheek this time, two cheeks this time Slow it down now, y'all Now turn around A'ight, now it's time to go up some notches To the left, to the right, take it back now, y'all One smack this time, one smack this time Left cheek, two pumps, right cheek, two pumps Hands on your knees (ay), hands on your knees (ay) Hands on your knees (ay), hands on your knees (ay) Hands on your knees (ay), hands on your knees (ay) Girl, it's your birthday, you can cry if you want to You can walk in the mall, you can buy what you want to Get high if you want to, get fly if you want to Sent you a drunk text, reply if you want to Play shy if you want to Told you I, told you I want you, told you I (clap with no hands) Smack that ass, smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass (smack it), smack that big old ass, I Smack that ass (smack it), smack that big old ass
Rusty Intro – Drake (Testo)
Testo Rusty Intro Drake Ecco il Testo Rusty Intro Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. To all the sweethearts and the dates I've had I wonder what they say about me How would they describe me as a man? I know I'm no angel, but I tried And God made me with the left hand, I cannot do everything right Whatever names you call me, I'm that if you say so You want me in pain, so Act like you're an angel, I don't see no halo (D-D-DJ Frisco954, yo) Tell the bartender, "F- it, give me everything you have" I'm on a orange full moon right now, so I don't want to nap This – about to close, I'm about to do a lap I just read a message from you, I'm so taken aback You said, "Love me, touch me, – me" Whole time, it's all I'm thinkin' 'bout, trust me It's been a while though, I'm a little rusty, I'm a little rusty
Fortworth – Drake (Testo)
Testo Fortworth Drake Ecco il Testo Fortworth Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. I'm gettin' booked in Little Rock, Arkansas New Haven, Connecticut, and places where they probably still fly the Confederate I'm all alone in the United States of America And who's, who's back at home takin' care of ya? Bus rides, I'm countin' LaQuintas out the window Tough times, people love to act like we ain't been through those The AC is broken, my hotel, it's hot as hell Runnin' outta sodas, I might walk to Circle K by myself Experimental drugs that don't help I'm pourin' up a four by myself Tunechi got some drank and I might help myself I'll be home soon, least that's what I tell myself, until then Don't let your friends turn you against Me and convince you the time that we spent Wasn't worth nothin', didn't mean what it meant 'Cause it did (it did) It meant the world to me It meant the world to me It meant the world to me Ay That bitch is so bold, she don't want my autograph She don't even want my children, she just want a Audi Or else she's a villain That bitch got nerves on her That bitch got curves on her I'm out in the 'burbs, I'm out in the club lookin' for you Yeen checkin' the word, no, I'm only checkin' for you, ay, ay I'm missin' (missin', missin') The long distance Starts to feel like I'm dissin', dissin' you Make me out be the villain 'cause it's killin' you It hurts me too, not seein' you Don't let your friends turn you against Me and convince you the time that we spent Wasn't worth nothin', didn't mean what it meant 'Cause it did (it did, oh) It meant the world to me It meant the world to me It meant the world to me Baby
BBW – Drake (Testo)
Testo BBW Drake Ecco il Testo BBW Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. I'ma rep every hood I'm 'bout to rep every hood, so you just need to start shaking If you got an arch, then suck it If you got a drink in your hand, sip your drink while you shaking I don't give a-, show me a new trick Big girl, I will show you what I'm made of (the tricks) I could handle it if you could take it Come closer, I'm not afraid We both know my type, it's okay I'm gonna need new bed if you jumping on me like that (the tricks) I swear no girl makes me feel like this No girl makes me feel like this No girl makes me feel like I'm gonna need new bed if you jumping on me like that (The tricks) I swear no girl makes me feel like this No girl makes me feel like this No girl makes me feel like this My girl, you're so underappreciated (The tricks) Just 'cause your body ain't PG-rated So much ass you should be cremated How do you expect me to be so patient? My girl, you're so underappreciated (the tricks) Let her do what she want, my baby Letter just like abbreviations Tell me, what's the ETA? Lift you up, spin you around (The tricks) Start on the bed, straight to the ground Eyes start to roll you make those sounds Holding you up, breaking you down Girl, let me lead the way Lift you up (the tricks), spin you around Start on the bed, straight to the ground Eyes start to roll when you make those sounds Take you to town Girl, let me lead the way (the tricks) Put your back in it, what you waiting for? Put your back in it, what you waiting for? Put your back in it, what you waiting for? Put your back in it, what you waiting for? Put your back in it, what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in, back in (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in it(Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in, back in (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in it(Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in, back in (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in it(Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), what you waiting for? (Hey) Put your back in it (Hey), put your back in it Put your back in it, what you waiting for? Put your back in it, what you waiting for?
White Bone – Drake (Testo)
Testo White Bone Drake Ecco il Testo White Bone Drake, la nuova canzone di Drake. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Ay Call me back, where you been? Say you're comin' back from the dead Damn, we must be some twins 'Cause that's what they said about him You're stayin' out and sleepin' in We said it's ride or die, well, fuck it, we both dead then Last time I cried, the tears just wasn't Flowin' like the sea in the ocean I wanna be a big star in Hollywood, so I guess I should show no emotion I guess I should live in the moment I guess I should roll with the punches First-day gifts, can't show up with nothin' Yeah Here's what I know, here's what I do know I'm the only don you know other than Julio Who understands you like me? Nobody truly knows You say that there's nothin' for you here and that you should go Dubai doesn't need another pilates studio How can you just up and leave, and I'm not included, though? Fisher Island does sound a lot better than Sulphur Springs, bro, but But just listen to me I love you so much, I cannot lose you, so I heard about soulmates, I've never gotten this close I'm so close, so close Yeah So close to makin' it real Two-income household, choosin' your bridesmaids White dress with wine stains, farmhouse with my taste Still in design phase, ridin' a Clydesdale Girls' trip to Scottsdale (who the fuck chose Scottsdale?) This could be fine-tuned, that should be limestone Goin' to see Morgan, cowboy boots, rhinestones Giddy up, cowgirl, Las Vegas timezone What is this, a zoo trip? Spearmint Rhinos I feel accomplished, is six months a milestone? Are you tired of me yet? Tired like Firestone Sex could be crazy, and I get my mind blown Some nights we're both tired, tired and our minds gone You worked me too hard, G, worked me to the white bone Drivin' there is easy, I feel it on the ride home Can I walk a straight line? Am I on a tightrope? Anchor you in my love, do I need a lifeboat? Do we need a lighthouse? Know you got a nice house, livin' by the white folk April is through bitter cold, cover me in white snow Insurance on the dick if you want, cover me with GEICO Said I called you what now? Must've been a typo Someone take my phone, someone take my phone Someone please take my phone away from me Someone please take my phone away from me 'Fore I go out Someone please take my phone away from me 'Fore I go out to a place that I shouldn't be Yeah I'm Mr. Told You So I'm not a people-pleaser, bro, I'm the CEO What I charge for a show, they charge for Van Gogh And some people fucked me over, I can't let it go Problems, they follow me wherever I go Someone please take my phone away from me 'Fore I go out Someone please take my phone away from me