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7969 Santa

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"7969 Santa." - Drake

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 12:27 am

Album: For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition

Track No: 08

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
Aye, 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
'Cause Zack keep sayin', "Meet at 79"
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
Aye, 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 7969, 7969, 796—
7969, 7969
Aye
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 **** 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
'Cause I keep sayin', "Meet at 7-9"
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

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, A. Thomas, N. Lieberthal, A. Lustig, J Sweet, B. Saint Fort, K. Cozart, T. Lament Taylor & T. Pittman.

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