Drake Spin Bout U Song Lyrics by 21 Savage and Drake
You gotta motherfuckin’ feel this shit, boy(BanBwoi)Woah
I got feelings for youHope you ain’t lovin’ the crewHow many bodies you got?Pray it ain’t more than a fewKnow that you dealt with some lamesWhen you was young and in schoolHe had to pop your cherryBut I got it wet like a pool
She got a new G-Wag’She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it offGot a new body, girl, show it offThis a Brazilian, I know it’s softToned up and she got a six-packLook like she used to play volleyballAmerican Express, you can have it allCode to the safe, you can have it all
Fuck your main page, what’s your Finsta? I wanna know the real youYou started dancin’ to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been throughYou want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you intoIf you out in public, and he want your number, just tell him, “My nigga’ll spin you”
The way you make me feel these daysSomethin’ gettin’ dry for you, baby girlSmoke a nigga top for you, baby girlBurn somebody block for youThe way you make me feel these daysComin’ out my body for you, baby girlWipe him like he snotty for you, baby girlComin’ out my body for you
Damn, just turned on the news and seen that men who never got pussy in schoolAre makin’ laws about what women can doI gotta protect ya, I’m a made man, tied in, all the way, babySo I gotta respect yaNiggas put hands on you in the past, insecure because your body is pressureFour words when I think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rustyEight words when I think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meDisrespect ya and I’ll smack ’emThe texts that you send in captionsThe videos we got ever leak, we goin’ viral or goin’ platinum
Don’t worry ’bout your friend’s story when I had her aloneShe gon’ try and put some extras on it, take you out of your zoneYou know how it goes when they can’t get a reservation up in CarboneThey gon’ tell you it’s a chill night, tell you how they’d rather stay home, yeahJealous-ass hoes, yeah
And I know what I said ’bout bein’ in VogueBut just like that R&B group from the ’90sGirl, one call, I’ll get you in VogueOne call, you in runway showsOne call, I’m sittin’ front rowOne wrong call from your ex nigga sayin’ dumb shit’ll get him sent homeOne call and my niggas ten toesDown to go wherever I say goEven if we gotta travel ‘cross the globeDown to take you to the end of the road, for real
The way you make me feel these daysSomethin’ gettin’ dry for you, baby girlSmoke a nigga top for you, baby girlBurn somebody block for youThe way you make me feel these daysComin’ out my body for you, baby girlWipe him like he snotty for you, baby girlComin’ out my body for you
Want ya, I want-want yaOh, your lovin’ so deep (feelin’ so deep)Want ya, I want-want yaGive me your lovin’ (feelin’ so deep)