Fãs apontam indiretas de Drake para Rihanna em seu novo álbum: “Sexo mediano”

“Fear Of Heights” e “All The Parties (Feat. Chief Keef)” são as duas canções de “For All The Dogs” que seriam sobre RiRi, e apontam que o canadense ainda não conseguiu superar o fim do relacionamento que já tem sete anos .

Em um dos versos, Drake canta: “Sim, o sexo era mediano com você. Sim, eu sou ‘Anti’ pois tive isso com você. Sim, esse homem continua com você, ele não te deixa. Melhor ele do que eu. Acho que é hora de cobrir o tubarão”.

Quando estavam juntos, o rapper e a cantora fizeram uma tatuagem de tubarão juntos. Rihanna cobriu o desenho depois de engatar o romance com o pai de seus dois filhos, o rapper A$ap Rocky.

Em outro verso, Drake parece fazer nova referência à estrela pop. “E eu tive mulheres muito melhores do que você. Para ser honesto, sim, aquele homem, ele ainda está com você, ele não pode te deixar. Vocês vão de férias, aposto que em Antilles”.

Ouça as duas músicas, com as letras, abaixo:

“Fear Of Heights”
(Drake, Ozan Yildirim, Darryl Clemons, Nik Frascona, Machado Joseph, Benjamin Saint-Fort, Douglas Ford, Simon Gebrelul)

Ayy, ayy, look
Why they make it sound like I’m still hung up on you?
That could never be
Gyal can’t ruin me
Better him than me
Better it’s not me
I’m in time, auntie
Yeah, and the sex was average with you
Yeah, I’m anti ‘cause I had it with you
Okay, I’m auntie like your daddy sister
Auntie like a family picture
And I had way badder bitches than you, TBH
Yeah, that man, he still with you, he can’t leave you
Y’all go on vacation, I bet it’s Antilles

Let me stop
You know what? Fuck it, let me go

What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?

Let’s go pound for pound, I’m in Europe
Chrome Heart Culli’, I had it imported
Got in my feelings, I had to record it
I never met a bitch that wasn’t for it
Don’t pay for the pussy, I tip for the service
Let’s keep it frank, I just got dessert
I’m in the G-Wagen Maybach
Just like some currency, baby, they had to convert it
I heard your bank account is on stuck
How can you keep it buck if you ain’t got no bucks?
How can you keep it a hundred
if you ain’t got hundreds around ‘cause you stackin’ ‘em up?
You niggas some pussy, for real
You niggas some sissy, for real
Virginia, I pull up and chill
You know you can’t come where I stay
‘Fore you get caught on a date
‘Fore you get put on a plate, ah
‘Fore you get slid on like skates
‘Fore I get turned on like bass
I know that look on they face
Don’t tell me your scared of Lil’ Drake
Don’t tell me your scared of Lil’ Aubrey
My niggas is crazy, Wallahi
Don’t even know how we escape
The chain on her neck is a A
And she got a lot that she need
So she gotta drop to her knees
Then she can go shoppin’ for free
I got up with a opp at the mall
That nigga was coppin’ a plea
Out the country, I link with OZ
Spendin’ money ain’t foreign to me
You don’t do that shit more than me
You don’t do this shit more than me
He might take you on trips and he might have some hits
But, baby, not more than me
He might be at the trap and order some ones
But ain’t throwin’ more than me

What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?

“All The Parties (Feat. Chief Keef)”
(Drake, Samuels, Saint-Fort, Arsenault, Maneesh Bidaye, Coleman, J Dolla, Fierce)

Ayy
Ayy, ayy
Grr

Yeah, Jason got money that glow in the dark
Hit up the dawg like I’m OVO Mark
Walk-in closet, got more Chrome in than Stark
Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark
Guess it’s time for me to cover the shark
Me and KD ‘bout to turn up the art
Fuck you hoes, I swear I’m breakin’ your heart
It’s broken
I bought the house just to knock that shit down
I bought the Rolls just to take it apart
She bought an ass, now she makin’ it arch
Doctor’s office was the last time that you niggas
even had your name on a chart
Shawty graduated, playin’ it smart (Ayy, yeah)

Used to be a smarty
Used to wanna study, now she poppin’ Addies
She at all the parties, T’d up with 3Hunna
She just did her body, she in love with Sosa
Girl, you such a thottie
Ayy, Sosa, baby

Used to be a smarty
Used to wanna study, now I drop the addy
And she at all the parties, T’d up with 3Hunna
Showin’ off her body, she in love with Sosa
Girl, you such a thottie, ayy

Money on my mind, I’m rackin’ my brain
Shout to Lil’ Palestine, she with the gang
Shout to lil’ A1 from Foxwood and Jane
Shout to lil’ Izzy, she work as a stewardess
I should probably go and get her the Plain Jane
Free Baby M out the shackle and chain
Me, my evil twin, we one in the same
Shout to Machine from the Wood, free 17 from the Lane
R. I. P. smoke, it’s a shame, I’m bumpin’ ‘em all in the Range
I love all y’all niggas the same
I wish this was back in the day, for real
Forty deep in the East End
We call it swimmin’ in the deep end
My bitches playin’ PND and them
The shorties only listen to Weeknd
They archin’ back and makin’ knees bend
And they ain’t graduate but they geekin’
And they live in a crib with a cheap rent, yeah
And I wish I could dead all the beefin’
And I wish I could dead all the dissin’ deceased friends
I wish we could be friends
Probably sound like I’m preachin’
The city might sleep in some peace then
But it’s not realistic
What’s realistic is money that we spend
We coppin’ cars like policemen
We heavy guys like obese men
I keep showin’ love to the streets and
It’s still free the guys till they free men, yeah, yeah
And it’s 6, our town a dead end world
East End boys and West End girls, yeah
East End boys and West End girls, ayy

Used to be a smarty
Used to wanna study, now I send the addy
And she at all the parties, T’d up with 3Hunna
Showin’ off her body, she in love with Sosa
Girl, you need a hobby

This is the starchild, A. K. A. dj Pooper Scooper
What’s on top of the house? Roof
What’s in the top of your mouth? Roof
What’s Babe name? Roof
What do a dog say? Roof
We comin’ to tear the what off? Roof
They raise your tax, we raise the roof
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