French Montana — Married to the Streets tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Married to the Streets", wykonawca: French Montana.
Tekst piosenki
I don’t know what it is But it keeps callin' my name, I can’t imagine me leavin' this game
I’ll tell you what it is It’s the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I’m home
A hammer for a ring, a vest for a suit
And a judge for a priest, jury taking seats
Now your married to the streets, death do us apart
My next move to the charts, French movin' that Parkay (yeah, yeah)
I’m what you niggaz never was
Came in coughin' kushy, walked out coughin' blood
A G or more, on that Automar'
Montana play the cut like Neospore
What the bloodclaat, dreadlock, murder them
Yessir, left his body shakin' like turbulence (yeah, yeah)
I been in bread, said he been vet
A killer sending threats on the internet
I’m a pimp, 50 large, rubber bands
Conversation, bitch pawned her wedding band
I’m cold as a fridge top
I got the game in a headlock (yeah, yeah)
(Honey I’m home)
I don’t know what it is But it keeps callin' my name, I can’t imagine me leavin' this game
I’ll tell you what it is It’s the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I’m home
I’m married to the streets, 100 karats on my piece
Got money on money, you’ll be countin' it for weeks
No top, hit the block, get the head, get a shot
Hit the club, I’m a star, see my table be the bar
Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all, money stack, money tall
Hit the dealer, 100 large, hit the club, 100 cars
Cut a check, I’m a work, tell Flex bomb it first
Throw it back, show me love, crack a bottle, blow a dub (Haaah)
It’s Macaroni nigga don’t even drop (Haaah)
Over the sticker, lookin' slick in the drop (Haaah)
The drought is over, Coke Wave, baking soda
Twerkin', my weed purple like grape soda
Me and 'Kon like Shaq and Lebron
It’s Montana baby, lookin' like you mad I made it Catch me in the fresh Airs, Louis bag, white tee, Gucci hat
Game in a doobie wrap, streets keep calling back
I don’t know what it is But it keeps callin' my name, I can’t imagine me leavin' this game
I’ll tell you what it is It’s the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I’m home
Yeah, yeah
Honey I’m home
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Honey I’m home
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, honey I’m home
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I don' t know what it is But it keeps callin 'my name, I can' t imagine me leavin ' this game
Powiem ci, co to jest to pieniądze, samochody, ubrania i wszystkie te szybkie dupy dziwki (dziwki)
"It got me married to the streets"
Żonaty z ulicami, żonaty z ulicami (streets)
"It got me married to the streets, married to the streets"
Yeah, yeah, honey I ' m home
Młotek za pierścień, Kamizelka za Garnitur
I sędzia dla księdza, ława przysięgłych zajmująca miejsca
Teraz twoje małżeństwo z ulicami, śmierć nas rozdzieli.
My next move to the charts, French movin ' that Parkay (yeah, yeah)
I ' m what you niggaz never was
Przyszedł kaszląc kushy, wyszedł kaszląc krwią
G lub więcej, na tym automacie"
Montana play the cut like Neospore
Co do kurwy nędzy, dreadlock, zamordować ich
Yessir, left his body shakin ' like turbulence (yeah, yeah)
Byłem w chlebie, powiedział, że był weterynarzem.
Zabójca wysyłający pogróżki w Internecie
I ' m a pimp, 50 Lars, rubber bands
Rozmowa, suka zastawiła swoją obrączkę
Zimno mi jak w lodówce.
I got the game in a headlock (yeah, yeah)
(Honey I ' m home)
I don' t know what it is But it keeps callin 'my name, I can' t imagine me leavin ' this game
Powiem ci, co to jest to pieniądze, samochody, ubrania i wszystkie te szybkie dupy dziwki (dziwki)
"It got me married to the streets"
Żonaty z ulicami, żonaty z ulicami (streets)
"It got me married to the streets, married to the streets"
Yeah, yeah, honey I ' m home
Ożeniłem się z ulicami, 100 karatów na moim kawałku.
Got money on money, you 'll be countin' it for weeks
No top, hit the block, get the head, get a shot
Hit the club, I ' m a star, see my table be the bar
Fuck ' em all, fuck 'em all, money stack, money tall
Uderz dilera, 100 kawałków, uderz w klub, 100 samochodów.
Wypisz czek, jestem w pracy, powiedz Flexowi, że to bomba.
Throw it back, show me love, crack a bottle, blow a dub (Haaah)
It 's Macaroni nigga don' t even drop (Haaah)
Over the sticker, lookin ' slick in the drop (Haaah)
Susza się skończyła, fala coli, soda oczyszczona
Twerkin', my weed purple like grape soda
Ja i kon jak Shaq i Lebron
It 's Montana baby, lookin' like you mad I made it Catch me in the fresh Airs, Louis bag, white tee, Gucci hat
Gra w doobie wrap, streets keep calling back
I don' t know what it is But it keeps callin 'my name, I can' t imagine me leavin ' this game
Powiem ci, co to jest to pieniądze, samochody, ubrania i wszystkie te szybkie dupy dziwki (dziwki)
"It got me married to the streets"
Żonaty z ulicami, żonaty z ulicami (streets)
"It got me married to the streets, married to the streets"
Yeah, yeah, honey I ' m home
Yeah, yeah
Kochanie, wróciłem.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kochanie, wróciłem.
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, honey I ' m home