Lirik Lagu Which One - Drake feat. Central Cee

Drake, musisi hits Hollywood resmi merilis lagu terbarunya yang berjudul, 'Which One'.

Dalam menciptakan karya terbarunya ini, Drake berkolaborasi dengan rapper asal London, Central Cee.

Lagu berdurasi 2 menit 50 detik ini dipublikasikan pada 2025.

Berikut ini adalah lirik lagu Which One - Drake feat. Central Cee:

Does my hair look beautiful? (Yeah)
Do my titties look right? (Yeah)
Think I can knock a boy off right now?

All the girls that's here for the truth
Come put both hands on the DJ booth
Then wine your waist to the big man sound
Man, I get too stiff 'cause that ting's too round
Good God, make me lift up your gown
But your face so sweet, wanna spin you around
If I go link gang, I'll bring you around
If I go to the bar, I'll bring you around

Which one? Which one?
You're not like the tings you're around
You're a real good girl so I'm ringin' you down
But come to the bed, l'll fling you around weh
These guys can't make songs for the gyal dem
Trust me, this how the single should sound
Fuck anyone that's bringing you down
Sweetheart, you're doing your thing right now
Good God

Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth
Come put two hands 'round the DJ booth
Then wine your waist pon a real good yute dem
You want Cench or your ex, which one?
You want friends or success, which one?
Tell the sound man, "Spin this one"
Play this for the gyal dem party, dun

God forbid a girl's tryna have fun
I got X if you wanna take drugs
Do you wanna have sex or do you wanna make love?
Which one? Which one? Which one? Which-
Got a fairy ting and I got a witch one
A G'd up ting that I bring sticks 'round
And I've got a good girl, good girl, snitch one
Too many gyal, now I gotta switch one

Turn the hotel to a twenty-V-one
Three-sixty, my head got spun
Junk in the trunk, can see it from front
Girl, your body is tea, it's pain, I'm sprung
Your backside weighin' you down one ton
I got a chopstick for your wonton
Tell me what you want, what you really, really want
Put coin in the slot, ya just hit jackpot

Ay, all the girls that's here for the truth
Come put two hands on the DJ booth
Then wine your waist for the six-side yute and
Put your head inna da pillow face first
Face first, face first, face first

Ay, face first, face first
Put your head inna da pillow face first
I'm in a jam, know the mandem burst
You got makeup on the white shirt
I wanna fuck on your face and skirt
You need to throw that ting inna reverse

Then work, work, work, work, work
Yeah, work, work, work, work, work
Your last man broke your heart and it hurts
You could cry out ya eye and curse
You want diamond watch, you want purse
You don't need swimsuit, take off your shirt

Bend your back, gyal, don't say a word
Face of a angel, I come like church
I can't wait, girl, I'm not a waiter
But you're sexy, you still get served
I'm at the Claridge's in London, burss
Put your head inna da pillow face first

Yeah, all the girls that's here for the truth
Come put two hands on the DJ booth
Then wine your waist for the six-side yute dem
Ay, you want Cench or your ex, which one?
You want friends or success, which one?
Tell the sound man, "Spin this one"
Play this for the gyal dem party, dun