Drake - Slap The City (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Drake - Slap The City (en) Lyrics
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Your waist so nice to grip,
didn't cost a grip
Natural on the hips,
waitin' for a hint
Stare into your eyes, lost in abyss
Didn't say your name, should
I call you "Miss"?
Should I call you "Twizz"?
Should I call you "Twin"?
Put your number in, I'll call you soon
Take you on a jet, there's plenty room
Even bedrooms, case you wanna snooze
Or just get loose, fly you to
wherever, even to the moon
Girl, I like you, but you know exactly
what I really wanna do
Before I met you, I was alone
I feel like I'm always alone
Just thinkin', like
Big crib, but I feel
like no one's home
Will I find love or will I stay alone?
Damn, come on, must be
someone in my phone
That loves me just for
me, I don't know
And before that, we've been movin'
like dogs, I can't even lie
Before I met you
Two hundred girls filled the
crib, who summoned 'em?
Spade or Astral, it must
be one of them
Better find love 'fore we slap
the whole city in and
there ain't nothin' left
I don't wanna play around
Baby, oh, no (Ooh)
I don't wanna play around (I don't
wanna play around), baby (Ooh)
I don't wanna play around (Loyalty
is everything where I'm from)
I don't wanna play around (That's
why I don't play around)
I don't play around (I'm either
in or I'm out), baby (Ooh)
So baby, show me some'
Yeah, you treat Clase Azul
like it's apple juice
You say, "Smokin' weed good
for you, natural"
You expect men you fuckin' to buy
you nice things, but you wouldn't
call it transactional
You say you downloaded Hinge,
but no one's compatible,
nothin' was magical
There's no one you matchin' with
You say I slapped the whole city,
you slapped up like half of
it, let's not get accurate
There ain't no point in pullin'
out my record and trackin' it,
preach what you practicin'
Yeah, I did what I did and I've
done what I've done, and
girl, nothing's an accident
You went to Queen's University,
now you a graduate, shout
out your family them
You say you need someone passionate,
girl, you know
we in a city of savages
Yeah, most girls in the city will
come to my house and they
know where the bathroom is
I know some girls for directors
that's casting if they out
here lookin' for actresses
The same ones that say they don't
care about looks, but they
know what attractive is
Don't try and tell your man good
things come in no small-ass packages,
you need a daggerin'
I'm finally ready to see you, I
promise I'm burning my candles
and flippin' my mattresses
You want to try somethin' different
with me, I can set up the camera
and make you an amateur
She want the fit off the mannequin,
she want a reason
to get out of Canada
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!