Drake – GIMME A HUG Lyrics

GIMME A HUG

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"GIMME A HUG." - Drake

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 11:02 pm

Album: $ome $exy $ongs 4 U

Track No: 10

Yeah, Drake elimination, fake intimidation
Take a minute, take a deep breath, have a little bit of patience
"Drizzy, you amazin', you the inspiration
You set the bar for the next generation"
You Neo in the Matrix, these **** just Nemo in the ocean
Small fish, making kids feel emotion
Using you for promotion, truer words had never been spoken
**** want to see "RIP me" on a T-shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan
I appreciate the fans rocking with me, this is really just a small token
Really fuckin' with a visionary
Only reason I ain't got a girl and I ain't gettin' married
'Cause I'm really out here, filling up the itinerary till I'm six feet in a cemetery
Bulletproof doors so heavy, got me rollin' 'round like a dignitary
Funny how it's only bitch **** that are waiting on the boy's obituary
'Cause if I die, it's these **** that become the sole beneficiary
And what the fuck are they gon' do with it?
Have the girls up at 29 on stage twerkin' with a dictionary
Guilt trips, not Turks trips when it's cold out here in February
'Cause right now, shorty parachuting molly like she flying for the military
This girl face so pretty, I can only think of fuckin' missionary
Fuck that, make the beat switch, turn the hoes up, give a million to 'em
Right now, I got so many villas booked, I'm like a villain to 'em
Durk's boy told me "Marvin's Room" was his favorite song, he was drilling to it
Thousand **** rappin' murder shit and like ten **** that'll really do it
Savage, you the only **** checkin' on me when we really in some shit, brother
Melyssa Ford, you a legend from the 6, hate to see you with a dick-sucker
Shit about to be a lit summer, tell Tony, "Leave the motor runnin'"
Tell Mike that the ceiling's too low in Booby, how we supposed to throw a hundred? Damn
They be droppin' shit, but we be droppin' harder shit (Droppin' harder shit)
Fuck a rap beef, I'm tryna get the party lit
Tryna get the party lit for the bitches
Them Nike tights is huggin' on that ass like they missed it
What's up?
**** is hating the boy for sure, the women in love
Walk in the strip club, damn, I missed you hoes, gimme a hug
Gimme a hug, gimme a hug, gimme a hug, gimme a hug
Yeah, I know that you work at the club
Know that these people might judge
But fuck it, you family to us
So come over here and gimme some love
Yeah, gimme a hug
I miss you hoes, gimme a hug
Gimme a hug, gimme a hug
What can I say? I miss you girls, I'm stuck in my ways
Princess, Gigi, Pooh, Pink, Luxury, y'all gotta come to the stage
Yeah, come to the stage and show me some love
You know how I'm comin', I'm givin' it up
The **** in here ain't spendin' enough
Bae, I miss you
I'm talkin' to you, baby, I miss you
You, you, you, you, you
Yeah

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham.

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