GIMME A HUG Lyrics, Summary & Music Video by Drake is a latest English song in the voice of popular rapper Drake, featured in the album “$ome $exy $ongs 4 U”.
This song is a multi-part rap piece where the artist reflects on his influence, success, and relationships.
Part I: The artist acknowledges his impact on the industry, addressing both admiration and rivalry. He references his resilience, the pressures of fame, and the way others use his name for their own gain.
Part II: The tone shifts to a more aggressive and celebratory energy, with a focus on wealth, nightlife, and loyalty among peers. He contrasts real and fake personas in the industry while emphasizing his dominance.
Part III: The lyrics take on a more nostalgic and affectionate tone, as he speaks directly to women in the club scene, expressing appreciation for them despite societal judgment.
The song as a whole balances introspection, bravado, and a celebratory lifestyle, encapsulating themes of fame, loyalty, and indulgence.
Genre: Rap, Pop
GIMME A HUG Lyrics
[Part I]
[Verse 1]
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 n!ggas just Nemo in the ocean
Small fish, making kids feel emotion
Using you for promotion, truer words had never been spoken
N!ggas want to see RIP me on a t-shirt like I’m Hulk Hogan
I appreciate the fans rocking with me, this is really just a small token
Really f*ckin’ with a visionary
Only reason I ain’t got a girl and I ain’t gettin’ marriеd
‘Cause I’m really out herе, filling 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 b!tch n!ggas that are waiting on the boy’s obituary
‘Cause if I die, it’s these n!ggas that become the sole beneficiary
And what the f*ck are they gon’ do with it?
Head of girls up at twenty-nine, on stage twerkin’ with a dictionary
Guilt trips, not Turks trips when it’s cold out here in February
‘Cause right now, shorty parachuting molly like she flying for the military
This girl face so pretty, I can only think of f*ckin’ missionary
[Part II]
[Verse 2]
F*ck that, make the beat switch, turn the hoes up, give a million to ’em
Right now, I got so many villas booked on like I’m billing to ’em
Durk’s boy told me Marvin’s Room was his favorite song, he was drilling to it
Thousand n!ggas rappin’ murder shit and like ten n!ggas that’ll really do it
Savage, you the only n!gga checkin’ on me when we really in some shit, brother
Melyssa Ford, you a legend from the 6, hate to see you with a d**k-sucker
Shit about to be a lit summer, tell Tony, “Leave the motor runnin'”
Tell Mike that the ceiling’s too low in Booby, how we supposed to throw a hundred?
Damn
They be droppin’ shit, but we be droppin’ harder shit (Droppin’ harder shit)
F*ck a rap beef, I’m tryna get the party lit
Tryna get the party lit for the b!tches
Them Nike tights is huggin’ on that as* like they missed it
What’s up?
N!ggas is hating the boy for sure, the women in love
Walk in the strip club, damn, I missed you hoes, give me a hug
Give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug, give me a hug
[Part III]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I know that you work in the club
Know that these people might judge
But f*ck it, you family to us
So come over here and give me some love
Yeah, give me a hug
I miss you hoes, 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
Princess, Gigi, Pooh, Pink, Luxury, y’all gotta come to the stage
Yeah, come to the stage and show me some love
You know how I’m comin’, I’m giving it up
The n!ggas in here ain’t spendin’ enough
[Outro]
Bae, I miss you
I’m talkin’ to you, baby, I miss you
You, you, you, you, you
Yeah
Audio Credits
Artist : Drake
Album : $ome $exy $ongs 4 U
Lyricist : Drake
Music : Drake