Drake – Childs Play Lyrics

Childs Play

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"Childs Play." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:33 pm

Album: Views

Track No: 14

Breaking news, my ****
If your girlfriend has went to any season opener basketball game
Best believe, she's fucking some **** on that team
She's fucking somebody on the basketball team if she's at the game
Right, right, yeah
I say bounce that shit, like whoa
Yeah, bounce that shit, like whoa
This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl, that's just some child's play
Bounce that shit like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Heard all of the stories 'bout you, I already know and I like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl that's just some child's play
Bounce that shit, like whoa, yeah
Bounce that shit, like whoa
Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake?
You know I love to go there
Say I'm actin' lightskin, I can't take you nowhere
This a place for families that drive Camrys and go to Disney
They don't need to know all of our business
You wildin', you super childish, you go to CVS for Kotex
In my Bugatti, I took the key and tried to hide it
So you can't drive it and put on mileage
Then you find it, awkward silence
Mama is a saint, yeah, she raised me real good
All because of her I don't do you like I should
Don't make me give you back to the hood
Don't make me give you back
I say bounce that shit, like whoa
Yeah, bounce that shit, like whoa
This is not a fairytale, I already know how you like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl that's just some child's play
Bounce that shit like, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Heard all of the stories 'bout you, I already know and I like it
Take you to the mall and get you a new outfit
Girl that's just some child's play
Bounce that shit, like whoa, yeah
Bounce that shit, like whoa
Yeah, rode that dick like a soldier
She rode it like a soldier
She rode it like a, yeah, yeah
I got it, yeah
You don't wanna fall in love, I know
I'm not someone you should trust, I know
I give Chanel out like a hug, I know
I knew a couple of your friends way before
How many girls have slept in this bed?
Say a different number than the one that's in my head
Lyin' to protect you, I be doin' that a lot
My past checkered like the Louis you just got
Married in our twenties now, where the fun in that?
My city love me like a college runnin' back
Pack a bag, you gon' end up stayin' where I'm at
Took you from the hood and I could never give you back
I just wanna let you know that someone love you back
All them Cadillac, like I'm Teddy Pendergrass
Whippin' on this shit, I'm getting ready, where you at?
Thank you
Thanks Drake
Thanks baby
Mufuckas drunk and tired
Tired, but I'm tired boss

Writer(s): Noah "40" Shebib, D. Wimbley, Aubrey Drake Graham, Leland Wayne, Mark Morales & D. Robinson.

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