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All rights reserved my videos do not violate copyright regulations El título aparentemente aleatorio "7969 Santa" se deriva de la dirección de un club nocturno y restaurante de Hollywood, Los Ángeles, Delilah, ubicado en el 7969 de Santa Monica Boulevard. Drake lo usa para confirmar sutilmente la naturaleza de esta pista, un desasesinato hacia su exnovia Delilah, con quien salió alrededor de junio de 2023. Drake hace obvio con "7969 Santa" que esos sentimientos se han ido hace mucho tiempo, y que se arrepiente de confiar en ella. Lyric: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait What, damn Damn, that's how you're dealin' with me, damn Damn, that's how you're-, that's how you're- Ayy, 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 being twenty-five That excuse for me just doesn't fly Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine" But that shit just gon' have you on my mind Yeah And 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 Ayy, 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 Oh, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine Ayy 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're out here movin' stealth I met the nigga everybody say you fucked And I could tell he wasn't actin' like his self 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 cried (shit I don't like) Blame that shit on being twenty-five That excuse for me just doesn't fly Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine" That shit just gon' have you on my 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 (Let me hear my dogs) Ah-ooh (ah-woo) Ah-ooh (ah-woo) (Let me hear my 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 roll look like tuna in a bowl (tuna) This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off And you're listenin' to B-A-R-K 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 we comin' to the H-Town to tear the roof off that motherfucker This is B-A-R-K Radio