Traduction: La promenade City. Vous Chasing.
You're the one that got away One day, you'll be back and you will say Nobody compares to you I countdown even though I know now I'll always be chasing you
with you soft rappers like charmin Ya'll hungry I'm starvin, you talkin shit, oh I beg your pardon Specifics is never gimics, I rip it just how I live it, you
This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty Yeah, go and ask fifty They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty Go and ask fifty
'll I'm about my bank I hope you feel that bitch look at you You could put your wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you You a hoe nigga not a role
swear, in a spot that's low key You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be We don't talk to police, leave that to you
LL, rest in peace I see you up there balling, man hold up Real G's, do you wanna be a G To G or not to G for real Fuck you fakers
we killin' 'em all, all, all, all) [Verse 1: Drake] Hip-Hop's newest and youngest acquisition, If this was you, I wonder what you'd do in that position
Tryna be the big fish in the pond You know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you
piggy is a mother fuckin dick He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny lookin car with the little blinkin lights I drive a volkswagon
We were living smoke and mirrors anyway Gonna drive all night 'til we disappear Chasing down the miles so far from here As the smoke and mirrors start to fade away You
new for you-you! New-new for you-you! That new-new! That new-new! New-new for you-you! New-new for you-you!
wanderlust won't let you settle down and you'll wonder how you ever fathomed that you'd be content to stay within the city limits of a small midwestern
weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you
intro) They say we killin' 'em all, all, all, all (Drake verse 1) Hip hop's newest and youngest acquisition, If this was you, I wonder what you'd do
dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop "American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like Stiffler Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue Who will tie you
face And if you ever crossed them, they be on your case You go under, six feet underground You gets no love from the Oaktown I drive my top everyday like a movie star Drive
