Meek Mill — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Drill
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The Drill » de Meek Mill.
Paroles
Damn, thank god momma son made it at twenty three
Still remembering a struggle hidden deep in me
Momma gone, ain’t no single daddy memory
I became my own man the age of seventeen
Trying make this money flip like it’s a trampoline
I was hard headed, grandfather diabetic
I was trying do it big, like I was Faith Evans
Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile
Know she watching now that daddy rip this record down
Know I love you baby, tell my god I said whatup'
And know I seen em' just meeting ends, so my family up
I should pray harder, instead I tote a pistol
Speed dollar killers running if I ever whistle
Real nigga, that’s just my genetics
Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics
I stretch paper, every dollar bill
Hook:
Niggas cry tears, when I see my first mill (First Mill)
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
The Game:
I gotta' bad bitch wit' me, and she know the drill
And she know my ex, X pill
She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill
I told her tat my name on it, so I know it’s real
She know the value of a dollar bill
She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded’s feel
She know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade
She know the difference between being broke and stayin', paid
She know the difference between vuve and spades
She know the difference between warrants and raids
Never confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K’s
Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J’s
Like, it dem' is cool grays
I’m like, dem' is cool shades
I’m like, dem' is Spike Lee’s
She like, yeah schooldays
And she bang the documentary still
Said that motherfucka' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill
Hook:
Meek Mill:
I ain’t never ran from nobody, and I never will
Lunch time on these niggas, cuz' I’m on my second meal
I just dropped a mixtape, lookin' like my second deal
Club LIV, thirty bottles, and I’m on my second bill
And I be gettin' high as my electric bill
Ask bout' me in the hood, they say I’m extra real
Cuz' ain’t nobody never rob me, I ain’t never squeal
And ain’t nobody never try, my niggas love to kill
Ridin' round wit' chuck, but it ain’t a game though
My black wall niggas told me you a lame though
The Glock got a beam on it, like Kano
Banana clips and lemon squeeze’s, just to split your mango
My down bitch, never count the counterfeit
Cuz' you know the real from fake, I had to 'round some shit
Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get
And the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill
Hook:
Traduction des paroles
Club LIV, trente bouteilles, et je suis sur ma deuxième facture
Et je deviens défoncé comme ma facture d'électricité
Demandez-moi dans le capot, Ils disent que je suis extra réel
Parce que personne ne me vole jamais, Je ne crie jamais
Et personne n'essaie jamais, mes négros adorent tuer
Ridin' autour de wit' chuck, mais ce n'est pas un jeu si
Mon mur noir niggas m'a dit que vous un boiteux cependant
Le Glock a un faisceau dessus, comme Kano
Clips banane et citron squeeze, juste pour diviser votre mangue
Ma salope, ne compte jamais la contrefaçon
Parce que tu connais le vrai du faux, j'ai dû faire un tour de merde
Avant que je ne pense au rap, j'avais une livre à obtenir
Et la pièce est en acier, je n'ai jamais pensé voir un moulin
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