Wiz Khalifa — Racks On Racks tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain when I’m talking on the phone
Spending money when you’re runnin' this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Ain’t even tryna hold back
Got campaign going so strong
Gettin' brain when I’m talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when youre' runnin this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1,000 dollars of strong
We"re in the club 'bout to hear this song
Still fresh as hell in my Trues
Iced out, okay cool
Strapped up, know I keep that tool
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
I’m about to glow, me on TV
Everywhere you look, you see YC
Hating-ass niggas just wishing they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my my fucking jeans
I’m so fly I don’t even got wings
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on lean
That shoebox shit, over with
Spend 100 racks, won’t notice it
My bank account, commas all over it
Racks on racks on racks
Young, if it’s convertible, then how is it a hardtop
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
Every night’s a weekend, every day’s a Friday night
You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
87, brick fare, yeah, I’m talking thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at
Racks on, racks off, see that blonde strip when my hat’s off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I’m in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told ‘em it was a wrap
Now my life ain’t my life no more, I told you niggas, a wrap
You claim you a dog, my nigga, I’m the vet
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
They said, fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga
I know it’s some girls in the crowd right who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I’m sicker
Right, I’m smoke my weed and I’m a drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore I dick her down
I got racks on top of racks, stacks on top of stacks
Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin' her and her friends
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Clap two times if you drunk
Got a bad bitch from the U. K
She do everything I say
Go crazy when she hear music
She got Grove St. on replay
Got racks you don’t understand
Money long from here to Japan
Know it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a trance
Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain when I’m talking on the phone
Spending money when you’re runnin' this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Ain’t even tryna hold back
Got campaign going so strong
Gettin' brain when I’m talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when youre' runnin this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1,000 dollars of strong
We"re in the club 'bout to hear this song
Got racks on racks on racks, y’all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that’s that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big chips
Blew money like six Crips
Switch gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, I’m Big Gipp
We buy cars, y’all flip whips
Catch us smokin' that Quik Trip
Pitch piff, that’s a handspring
I like to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I’m doin' my damn thing
Been blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can’t sing
Got the seven on me like Vick jersey
Ridin' round, and this bitch dirty
I’m the best, hands down
They nicknamed me 6:30
And we Young Dose and YC
Redan Road, that’s my street
Ask around on the Eastside
I’m the S, h-i-t
Bun B, I’m underground king
In the candy-painted car on swang
With the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains
With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You’re on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, that’s me
If you don’t recognize, you gon' see
I’m a straight-up trill OG
In a black-on-black-on-black
Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I will attack
It’s a fact that I ain’t givin' up my stacks like that
Call me Bobby Ray, but it’s not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not bombs over Baghdad
But on the track you can call me Usain
That’s why they nervous, hmmm, like I’m flying on the plane with a turban
But I’m fly, y’all just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it’s no wonder I’m electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I’ll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain’t no rivals, if it was, it’d be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I’ll light it up like an Eiffel Tower
Got bales on top of bales, scales on top of scales
I’m Mr. All White, got yay on top of yay
Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know I’m wrong
Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, that ain’t nothing to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Muzik, I’m 100 proof
Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I’m in the club it look like lights on lights on lights
Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain when I’m talking on the phone
Spending money when you’re runnin' this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Ain’t even tryna hold back
Got campaign going so strong
Gettin' brain when I’m talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when youre' runnin this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1,000 dollars of strong
We"re in the club 'bout to hear this song
Racks on racks on racks, I’m tryna smash and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab
Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent
Riding around with Ms. Reece and them
When I’m in the groove, I can freak a tune
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I’m joking but I be foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her, bring that money back like all them racks is Nordstrom’s
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
From X to the max in the Ac, if I ain’t strapped, then the gat’s on scat
Then he black on em like Tae-Bo, then he clap on ‘em like bravo
Throw sacks on ‘em like y’all hoes, got racks on em like Tahoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I’ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade
I’m the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I’m a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it’s a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn’t bustin' Jimmy, I’d be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day 'til the grave
I be worried about the chips, you be worried about the lays
Got Actavis in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my breitling
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I’m kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, cigar full of Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Nigga, you ain’t talkin' nothin', all in Flight Club stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can’t afford ‘em, sharper than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother
Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, black on black
Fistful of wood, Swisher full of good
Check my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Posted up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, Texas to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well
Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got record to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I’d be in jail
Locked up for double life like «What the hell?»
Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain when I’m talking on the phone
Spending money when you’re runnin' this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Ain’t even tryna hold back
Got campaign going so strong
Gettin' brain when I’m talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when youre' runnin this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1,000 dollars of strong
We"re in the club 'bout to hear this song
Yeah, they call me Country Grammar
My brother out the slammer
I’m crimson color painted
You can call that Alabama
I’m not from Alabama
But check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip
But check out how I roll mine
Y’all niggas ain’t no stars
Y’all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne
And mine somewhere bout Mars
I ride with them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down through the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don’t stack, man money overlap
Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne and one thing is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres
I’ve never seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur
Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone
Tell the truth, I ain’t gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don’t know which one I’ma drive, fuck it, I’m just gone fly
Everybody wanna hate because I’m on
Blowing head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track
And spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car
Gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I’ma close out the par
Wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang stepping through the door, Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it, come on
And do it, for security, we gon' make a pit a flow
Might as well get it off yo' chest
While everybody got ammunition on deck
I don’t see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat
Cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya
I salute you if you could get at the general in military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats
I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
‘Cause I manipulate your molecular structure
Other words, fill ‘em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door
I just thought I had to let you know
(I bet your bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches lyin'
I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet
That shit look like it’s Raks Fifth
Man, that’s racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow
I’m off them trees, no I ain’t no owl
I’m at the altar sayin' my vows, to this Benjamin Franklin pile
You buy her a house, I won’t buy her a vowel
You fell in love and I fell in her mouth
Then called her Dickface, she call the connect
You call her collect, I call to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, your bitch gon' fetch
Do it, B-i-g
And Detroit gonna be aight as long as we got me
I’m in the hood if you wonder where I’m at
In the back of a Chevy that’s all black
Racks on racks, I don’t know how to act
Track and field with the birds, I’m running em like track
Free throws of money, bet you can’t block
King of the club, I bet you can’t top
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get guap
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt
Tryna pick up what I’m throwing, it prolly take em bout a month
The club underwater, have em running out the front
While I’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt
No need to trip, you can tell em that I’m cool as hell
‘Cause that’s the case I’m known to pack a tool as well
I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell
Got Vogues underneath the old-school as well
I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop
Couple of foreign cars that I ride, no top
Couple of wet whips that I ride like yachts
A couple of haters looking, I’m knowing them niggas hot
And tell ‘em that I don’t give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, tell em I was HAM
Call it what you want, I’ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that’s the type of nigga that I am
Okay, I’m back off into this bitch
With a cup, and it’s full of that liq
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
Big stacks, no Lego bricks
Hit a trick and fiending nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just look at her body
Blew twenty bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby
And I hear em feeling my Florida swagger
So dope, shit, I sold y’all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist
Mow anybody wanna play some hockey
I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as Shaq
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it’ll be on your local Walmart rack, soon
Got campaign going so strong
Getting brain when I’m talking on the phone
Spending money when you’re runnin' this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Ain’t even tryna hold back
Got campaign going so strong
Gettin' brain when I’m talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when youre' runnin this long
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin' on 1,000 dollars of strong
We"re in the club 'bout to hear this song
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Kampania się rozwija.
Getting brain when I ' m talking on the phone
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Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
Mamy Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Got racks on racks on racks
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Ain ' t even tryna hold back
Kampania się rozwija.
Gettin 'brain when I' m talkin ' on the phone
"Spendin' money when you' re runnin this long"
Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1,000 dollars of strong
Jesteśmy w klubie bout to hear this song
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Ten stojak na stojaku, taki pierdolony głupek.
I ' m about to glow, me on TV
Gdziekolwiek spojrzysz, widzisz YC
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YC, YC, YC
Za duży na moje jebane dżinsy.
I 'm so fly I don' t even got wings
Oczy naprawdę nisko, po prostu wiń to na Zielono
Girl cut up, got lean on lean
To gówno z pudełkiem po butach, skończone.
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Moje konto bankowe, przecinki.
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Young, jeśli to kabriolet, to jak to jest hardtop?
Suko, nacisnę jeden guzik, mój dach się otworzy jak twardy punkt.
"Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock"
Miałem tak dużo kush i Ciroc, suko, myślę, że moje serce przestaje bić
Every night 's a weekend, every day' s a Friday night
Jeszcze nic nie widziałaś, suko, to tylko mój piątkowy lód.
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Wszystko co sprzedałem to hundos, gdzie, kurwa, moje dwudziestki
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Patrząc na mojego Rolliego, około 30 tysięcy, ile to kosztowało.
Smoke like I 'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin ' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, drzemka on drzemka on drzemka
Właśnie zrobiłem młyn, policz jeszcze jeden, więc dodaj to do tego.
W 2004 roku powiedziałem im, że to koniec.
Now my life ain ' t my life no more, I told you niggas, a wrap
You claim you a dog, my nigga, I ' m the vet
Nie możemy nawet rozmawiać.
I guess that ' s why all of these niggas get bent
They said, fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga
I know it ' s some girls in the crowd right who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin 'they sick, well, I' m sicker
Jasne, palę zioło i piję alkohol.
Lepiej upewnij się, że zerżniesz swoją dziewczynę, zanim ją wyrucham.
I got regacks on top of regacks, stacks on top of stacks
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To było tylko dla moich hejterów.
Klaszcz dwa razy, jeśli jesteś pijany.
Mam złą sukę z Wielkiej Brytanii.
Robi wszystko, co mówię.
"Go crazy when she hear music"
Dostała Grove St. na powtórce
Masz stojaki, których nie rozumiesz.
Pieniądze daleko stąd do Japonii
Know it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a trance
Kampania się rozwija.
Getting brain when I ' m talking on the phone
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Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
Mamy Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Got racks on racks on racks
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Ain ' t even tryna hold back
Kampania się rozwija.
Gettin 'brain when I' m talkin ' on the phone
"Spendin' money when you' re runnin this long"
Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1,000 dollars of strong
Jesteśmy w klubie bout to hear this song
Got racks on racks on racks, y ' all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that ' s that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big chips
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Przełączanie biegów jak Zmiany Biegów stick
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We buy cars, y ' all flip whips
Catch us smokin ' that Quik Trip
Pitch piff, that ' s a handspring
Lubię to nazywać szybkim ruchem.
Pociągnij za spust jak ścięgna
Boy, I' m doin ' my damn thing
Been blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can ' t sing
"Got the seven on me like Vick jersey"
Ridin ' round, and this bitch dirty
I ' m the best, hands down
"They Nick me" - 6:30
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Redan Road, that ' s my street
Popytaj na Eastside.
Jestem S, h-i-t
Bun B, I ' m underground king
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Chłopcze, nie możesz mi nic powiedzieć.
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit plamy
Z grillem z przodu, kółkiem z drewna w blunts
You ' re on neon lights in my bank
Tak, reprezentuję to P-A-T
Sto, tak, to ja.
Jeśli nie rozpoznasz, zobaczysz
I ' m a straight-up trill OG
In a black-on-black-on-black
Cadillac, jak Mack na sekarach
Spróbuj jack, a ja zaatakuję.
It 's a fact that I ain' t givin ' up my stacks like that
Mów mi Bobby Ray, ale to nie dwa imiona.
Flyin ' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
Nie, Nie bomby nad Bagdadem.
Ale na torze możesz mówić do mnie Usain
Dlatego się denerwują, jakbym leciał samolotem z turbanem.
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Jako dziecko zostałem trafiony piorunem, nic dziwnego, że jestem elektryzujący.
Jebać burzę mózgów, będę się pierdolić i spowoduję awarię prądu.
I nie ma rywali, gdyby tak było, nikt by nie przeżył.
Daj mi tylko godzinę, zapalę ją jak Wieżę Eiffla.
Mamy Bele na szczycie BEL, łuski na szczycie łuski
I ' m Mr. All White, got yay on top of yay
Mam pigułki w telefonie, te czarnuchy wiedzą, że się mylę.
Powiedział 50 za piosenkę, i nie zostawią mnie w spokoju
Gotta front me a brick, that ain 't nothin' to you
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Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Muzik, I ' M 100 proof
Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice
A kiedy jestem w klubie to wygląda jak Światła Na Światła Na Światła
Kampania się rozwija.
Getting brain when I ' m talking on the phone
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Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
Mamy Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Got racks on racks on racks
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Ain ' t even tryna hold back
Kampania się rozwija.
Gettin 'brain when I' m talkin ' on the phone
"Spendin' money when you' re runnin this long"
Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1,000 dollars of strong
Jesteśmy w klubie bout to hear this song
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki, jestem tryna smash i nie oddzwonię
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab
Tak, jeżdżąc z tym zapachem trawy
Jazda z panną Reece i nimi
"When I' m in the groove, I can freak a tune"
I ' m smoother than alopecia skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down
Jak mydło, kiedy się ubieram, żartuję, ale się spieniężyłem.
A ona chce więcej toreb, a ja chcę więcej jedynek.
Powiedziałem jej, żeby oddała pieniądze, jakby wszystkie te stojaki należały do Nordstroma.
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
Od X do maksimum w klimatyzacji, jeśli nie jestem uzbrojony, wtedy gnat jest na scat
Potem bije jak Tae-Bo, a potem klaszcze jak bravo.
"Throw sacks on' em like y 'all hoes, got racks on em like Tahoes"
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin' ,i ' ma bring it on home
Te Xany i chude strefy przyczynowe, coś opalonego ze średnią szczęką
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Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been graboin ' money since like fourth grade
Jestem gównem w dzisiejszych czasach, więc machają, bez biczy, bez łańcuchów, jestem niewolnikiem
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin ' it ' s a game
"See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge"
Nie aresztowałem Jimmy ' ego, byłbym zajęty dostawaniem kasy.
Goin 'for the grips every day' til the grave
Ja martwię się o chipsy, a Ty o lays.
Mam Actavis w Sprite ' Ie, Benjaminy w Robins
Frank Muller wit ' flooded ice, but I still got my breitling
W szybkim pasie, gettin ' slow brain w Maserati 2012
I 'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my Coupe smokin ' like Friday
Puffin ' on that garlic, cigar full of Marley
* Ink up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket *
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Tata był królem, kilka Milli pochowanych
Nigga, you ain 't talkin 'nothin', all in Flight Club stuntin'
Te ekskluzywne siódemki, płacą 400 za Jordanów
Nie, Nie stać Cię na nie, bystrzejszy od szermierza.
Stojaki na stojaki, nasza kampania silna, i YC jak mój brat
"Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack"
Top upuszczony, czarny na czarnym
Garść drewna, świst pełen dobra
Sprawdź moje konto bankowe.
Rozejrzyj się, głupcze, mam ścianę pełną tablic.
Platyna i złoto, pokochasz to
Posted up just like a thumbtack
Lepiej się Schowaj, bo ją porwą.
H-Town w stanie Teksas, w hrabstwie ATL
Ma grubą dupę, dobrze mnie zna.
"Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell"
Prawdziwy gracz, Cory Mo zimny jak diabli
Shows to do, got record to sell
Mam mnóstwo czeków BMI w poczcie.
Gdyby balowanie było przestępstwem, siedziałbym w więzieniu.
Zamknięty za podwójne życie w stylu " co do diabła?»
Kampania się rozwija.
Getting brain when I ' m talking on the phone
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Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
Mamy Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Got racks on racks on racks
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Ain ' t even tryna hold back
Kampania się rozwija.
Gettin 'brain when I' m talkin ' on the phone
"Spendin' money when you' re runnin this long"
Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1,000 dollars of strong
Jesteśmy w klubie bout to hear this song
Yeah, they call me Country Grammar
Mój brat wyszedł z pierdla.
I ' m crimson color painted
Możesz nazywać to Alabamą.
Nie jestem z Alabamy.
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Może mieć ten sam bicz.
Zobacz też
Y 'all niggas ain' t no stars
Jesteście tu tylko dla samochodów.
Niebo to Twój limit, mayne.
And mine somewhere Bout Mars
I ride with them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down through the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don ' t stack, man money overlap
Lepiej uważaj, mayne.
Dwie rzeczy są pewne, mayne i jedna to fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres
Nigdy nie widziałem moich sąsiadów.
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur
Teraz lepiej Zostawcie mnie w spokoju, mam licencję na chrome ' a.
Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone
Tell the truth, I ain 't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Nie wiem, którym pojadę, jebać to, po prostu odleciałem.
Everybody wanna hate because I ' m on
Blowing head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track
I wypluj tak, jak robię simp-a-ly, bo lubię tę piosenkę.
When I step up out the Maserati car
Ciągnij, ciągnij, ciągnij, ciągnij ze słoika
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Wit ' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang przechodzący przez drzwi, Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it, come on
I zrób to dla bezpieczeństwa.
Równie dobrze możesz to z siebie wyrzucić.
Wszyscy mają amunicję na pokładzie.
Nie widzę w nich t-Dum-Izzle jako zagrożenia.
Bo mam Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Twista, widzę twoją przyszłość, Finna Cię zastrzeli.
Oddaję Ci hołd, gdybyś mógł dostać się do generała w wojsku.
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Mógłbym zniszczyć całą wioskę, zabijając i zakopując.
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure
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Jeśli spróbujesz mi to dać przy drzwiach
Pomyślałem, że muszę ci powiedzieć.
(I bet your bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches lyin'
Zabieram je do łóżeczka i zostawiam naszą przyszłość w prezerwatywie.
Budzę się świeższy niż te skurwysyny.
Zajrzyj do mojej szafy.
To gówno wygląda jak Raks Fifth
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Moje łańcuchy to pow on pow on pow
I 'm off them trees, no I ain' t no owl
Jestem przy ołtarzu i składam przysięgę temu Benjaminowi Franklinowi.
Ty Kup jej dom, ja nie kupię jej samogłoski.
Zakochałeś się, a ja wpadłem do jej ust.
Nazwała ją fiutem, a ona łącznikiem.
Ty dzwonisz na koszt odbiorcy, ja dzwonię na koszt odbiorcy, nie potrzeba zwierzaka.
Jeśli rzucę tą gazetę, twoja suka przyniesie
Zrób to, B-i-g
I Detroit będzie w porządku tak długo jak będziemy mieć mnie
Jestem w dzielnicy, Jeśli zastanawiasz się, gdzie jestem.
Z tyłu Chevroleta, który jest cały czarny.
Stojaki na stojaki, Nie wiem jak się zachowywać
Track and field with the birds, I ' m running em like track
Darmowe rzuty pieniędzy, założę się, że nie możesz zablokować
King of the club, I bet you can ' t top
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get guap
Albo fakt, że kiedy pieniądze pójdą w górę, to się nie zatrzyma.
Jestem w klubie, tryna pokaż im, jak wyczynać
Tryna pick up what I ' m throwing, it prolly take em bout a month
Klub Pod wodą, niech em ucieknie z przodu.
Kiedy ja jestem gdzieś z tyłu, dostaję cios jak blunt
Nie musisz się potknąć, możesz im powiedzieć, że jestem spoko jak diabli.
'Cause that' s the case I ' m known to pack a tool as well
Jestem krwawym skurwysynem, nic nowego do powiedzenia
Pod starorobociańskimzobacz też
Mam światło na nadgarstku, które błyszczy jak glina.
Kilka zagranicznych samochodów, które jeżdżę, bez góry
Kilka mokrych biczy, które jeżdżę jak jachty
A two of hateers looking, I ' m knowing them niggas hot
I powiedz im, że mam to gdzieś.
Hard as a motherfucker, tell em I was HAM
Nazwij to jak chcesz, zrobię to dla rodziny
Taki właśnie jestem.
Dobra, wracam do tej suki.
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Got racks, ain ' t talking tits
Wielkie stosy, bez klocków Lego
Hit a trick and fiending nigga got it
Zatrzymam tę laskę, tylko popatrzę na jej ciało.
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Przepraszam, to tylko część mojego hobby.
And I hear em feeling my Florida swagger
So dope, shit, I sold y ' all copies
Ten lód będzie na mojej szyi i nadgarstku
Mow anybody wanna play some hockey
I ' m that nigga in fact, paper tall as Shaq
Krew, pot i łzy, wkrótce znajdą się na Twoim walmartowym stoliku.
Kampania się rozwija.
Getting brain when I ' m talking on the phone
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Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Got lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1000 dollars worth of strong
Well, the club 'bout to hear this song
Mamy Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Got racks on racks on racks
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Stojaki na stojaki na stojaki
Ain ' t even tryna hold back
Kampania się rozwija.
Gettin 'brain when I' m talkin ' on the phone
"Spendin' money when you' re runnin this long"
Real street nigga, ain ' t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Straight lean, rosé, Patron
Smokin ' on 1,000 dollars of strong
Jesteśmy w klubie bout to hear this song