Mal foi lançado, e o novo álbum de Drake já está dando o que falar. Isso porque muitos fãs teorizam que o rapper está jogando indiretas para Rihanna, sua a ex-namorada, em algumas de suas músicas.
“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?
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 B. A. R. K. radio
