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PARTYNEXTDOOR & DRAKE - GIMME A HUG (Official Lyric Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Drake
Drake
Stimme und Gesang
GORDO
GORDO
Tasteninstrumente
Richard Zestenker
Richard Zestenker
Tasteninstrumente
J. Klahr
J. Klahr
Programmierung
Simon Hessman
Simon Hessman
Tasteninstrumente
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Tasteninstrumente
Kaushik “Kidmasterpiece” Barua
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
GORDO
GORDO
Produzent:in
Richard Zestenker
Richard Zestenker
Produzent:in
J. Klahr
J. Klahr
Produzent:in
Simon Hessman
Simon Hessman
Produzent:in
Kid Masterpiece
Kid Masterpiece
Produzent:in
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Noah “40” Shebib for Evdon Music Inc.
Mischtechniker:in

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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 niggas just Nemo in the ocean Small fish, makin' kids feel emotion Using you for promotion, truer words had never been spoken Niggas wanna see RIP me on a t-shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan I appreciate the fans rockin' 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, fillin' up the itinerary 'til I'm six feet in a cemetery Bulletproof doors so heavy, got me rollin' 'round like a dignitary Funny how it's only bitch niggas that are waitin' on the boy's obituary 'Cause if I die, it's these niggas that become the sole beneficiary And what the fuck are they gon' do with it? Had 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, shawty parachutin' molly like she flyin' for the military This girl face so pretty, I can only think of fuckin' missionary Fuck that, make the beat switch, turn the hos up, give a million to 'em Right now, I got so many villas booked on like I'm billin' to 'em Durk's boy told me Marvin's Room was his favorite song, he was drillin' to it Thousand niggas rappin' murder shit and like ten niggas that'll really do it Savage, you the only nigga checkin' on me when we really in some shit, brother Melyssa Ford, you a legend from the six, 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 ceilin's too low in Booby, how we supposed to throw a hunnid? 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? Niggas is hatin' the boy for sure, the women in love Walk in the strip club, damn, I missed you hos, give me a hug Give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug Yeah, I know that you work in the club (I miss you) Know that these people might judge But fuck it, you family to us (I'm talkin' to you, baby) So come over here and give me some love Yeah, give me a hug (I miss you) I miss you hos, give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug What can I say? I miss you girls, I'm stuck in my ways (I miss you) Princess, Gigi, Pooh, Pink, Luxury, y'all gotta come to the stage (I'm talkin' to you, baby) Yeah, come to the stage and show me some love (I miss you) You know how I'm comin', I'm givin' it up The niggas 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 (I miss you) (I'm talkin' to you, baby) (I miss you)
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noel Cadastre, Johannes Klahr, Simon Axel Hessman, Richard Zestenker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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