CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Old Drakeo
All the time
In my ear all the time, they want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo
In my ear all the time, they want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin' fans, leavin' souls hangin' out
On the 10, on the 5, on the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson on my line cryin' 'bout flu flammin'
Mei Ling in a chokehold, we need orange chicken
Su Yung, I met two broads up in Rosemead
Gone up in sixty-two quarts, feel the switches
Long John by the Pippy, they'll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor trippin', muggin' hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines, gray bags and guns firin'
If Kim Jong never grow some balls, we get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you ever when it's rush hour, ugh
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin' n***as with the doors hangin' out
Fifty deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, b*t*h
The type of sh*t I got on me, if he speak, put some soap in his mouth
Ryu takin' Jet Li Bruce kicks, this dope comin' down
I made a million this month independent, and I own all my masters, n***a
They tried to lock me in a box, out the window was the key, but I'm a joint, so I found it
N***a, every day, everywhere I go, they want that old Drakeo back
But that was 2016, I drove a Benz, I like Rolls-Royces now (For real)
They wanna see me on they block shootin' kids with my songs playin' loud
Shootouts in broad day, what he say?
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin' n***as with the doors hangin' out
Fifty deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, b*t*h
N***a, for real, n***a
F**k wrong, what you n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Ain't nothin' changed, n***a, I'm still the same, n***a
Yeah, n***a, I'm just way more richer, I'm a millionaire now, so like
N***a, you gotta understand this, n***a
Yeah, y'all want me out here doin' the same sh*t and all that, n***a
'Cause that's what got me there, n***a
Y'all know what's up, n***a, I done did
Ran laps around n***as, I done chased n***as in foreigns, all that, sticks, all that, n***a
Yeah, the old Drakeo was fightin' the death penalty, the old Drakeo ain't give a f**k
You hear me? Like, n***a, pick which one you want
Y'all want me to make music, n***a, or y'all want me out here, n***a
Wildin' out? Shootin' at n***as and all that crazy sh*t, n***a
N***a, you want the old Drakeo? I'm still the old Drakeo
Haha, I just got more money and I'm smarter
In my ear all the time, they want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo
In my ear all the time, they want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin' fans, leavin' souls hangin' out
On the 10, on the 5, on the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson on my line cryin' 'bout flu flammin'
Mei Ling in a chokehold, we need orange chicken
Su Yung, I met two broads up in Rosemead
Gone up in sixty-two quarts, feel the switches
Long John by the Pippy, they'll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor trippin', muggin' hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines, gray bags and guns firin'
If Kim Jong never grow some balls, we get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you ever when it's rush hour, ugh
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin' n***as with the doors hangin' out
Fifty deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, b*t*h
The type of sh*t I got on me, if he speak, put some soap in his mouth
Ryu takin' Jet Li Bruce kicks, this dope comin' down
I made a million this month independent, and I own all my masters, n***a
They tried to lock me in a box, out the window was the key, but I'm a joint, so I found it
N***a, every day, everywhere I go, they want that old Drakeo back
But that was 2016, I drove a Benz, I like Rolls-Royces now (For real)
They wanna see me on they block shootin' kids with my songs playin' loud
Shootouts in broad day, what he say?
They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with the fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair, chasin' n***as with the doors hangin' out
Fifty deep at his show, pullin' cards, what that song was about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music, you don't like it, you can go in the house, b*t*h
N***a, for real, n***a
F**k wrong, what you n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a?
Ain't nothin' changed, n***a, I'm still the same, n***a
Yeah, n***a, I'm just way more richer, I'm a millionaire now, so like
N***a, you gotta understand this, n***a
Yeah, y'all want me out here doin' the same sh*t and all that, n***a
'Cause that's what got me there, n***a
Y'all know what's up, n***a, I done did
Ran laps around n***as, I done chased n***as in foreigns, all that, sticks, all that, n***a
Yeah, the old Drakeo was fightin' the death penalty, the old Drakeo ain't give a f**k
You hear me? Like, n***a, pick which one you want
Y'all want me to make music, n***a, or y'all want me out here, n***a
Wildin' out? Shootin' at n***as and all that crazy sh*t, n***a
N***a, you want the old Drakeo? I'm still the old Drakeo
Haha, I just got more money and I'm smarter
