“GIMME A HUG” is a new track from Drake’s surprise album “$ome $exy $ongs 4 U” ($$$4U), which was released today on Valentine’s Day 2025.
The song likely showcases Drake’s signature blend of emotional vulnerability and catchy melodies.
While specific lyrics are not available, the title suggests a theme of seeking comfort or reconciliation, possibly exploring the complexities of relationships and emotional needs.
This track continues Drake’s trend of creating relatable content that resonates with his audience, combining his smooth vocal delivery with introspective lyrics.
As part of his Valentine’s Day release, “GIMME A HUG” likely fits into the album’s overall theme of love, relationships, and emotional expression.
GIMME A HUG Drake Lyrics
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 niggas just Nemo in the ocean
Small fish, making kids feel emotion
Using you for promotion, truer words had never been spoken
Niggas 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 fuckin’ with a visionary
Only reason I ain’t got a girl and I ain’t gettin’ married
‘Cause I’m really out here, 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 bitch niggas that are waiting on the boy’s obituary
‘Cause if I die, it’s these niggas that become the sole beneficiary
And what the fuck 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 fuckin’ missionary
Fuck 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 niggas rappin’ murder shit and like ten niggas that’ll really do it
Savage, you the only nigga checkin’ on me when we really in some shit, brother
Melyssa Ford, you a legend from the 6, hate to see you with a dick-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)
Fuck a rap beef, I’m tryna get the party lit
Tryna get the party lit for the bitches
Them Nike tights is huggin’ on that ass like they missed it
What’s up?
Niggas 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
Yeah, I know that you work in the club
Know that these people might judge
But fuck 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 niggas in here ain’t spendin’ enough
Bae, I miss you
I’m talkin’ to you, baby, I miss you
You, you, you, you, you
Yeah
