Baby — Won't Be Coming Back tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Won't Be Coming Back", wykonawca: Baby.
Tekst piosenki
You under smell it, we got’s to get some money baby
Ma I got to look good
We got to get this cheese nigga
Nigga flip on the block, the birds flew in
I pick up a bite, I attend to the wind
Shit, hungry dogs lyin town, dogs on the ground
Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down
Pitch off the mound, that third world clown
We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound
It’s pimpin uptown, the boy in the lounge
Put the ice on the shelf, put the whips up clown
So put the whips up nigga, the Bird’s in town
We tryna get the money, the jewels, the brown
Big houses, pimpin, shine uptown
Never gon' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
It’s «Sex In the City» every time she get wit me
Wit her — up and down, and up — she pussy whipped
But her pimp gon' take it, or pull it out and break it off
Stop for ya pop, look her in her face, then shake it off
A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
Valet please could you bring around my Impala
I got to go, and you got to leave
I’m in the wind baby, pleave believe
That you won’t be coming back
Get yo hat, yo coat
And walk on out the do'
Cause you won’t be, coming back
It ain’t nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top
Lace my ride, black wall my tires
Bought mami to the mall, Stiletto boots, skirt tie
I worked her ride, I beamed her a line
She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly
Smoke hydro, we do it all night
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life
Lil' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to fuck
For what bitch, better catch ya cut
I’m not a rat’s haven, for hoes, I’mma piiiimp
Make them hoes call me Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
I’mma mac’a, break a gear and a game
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the change
Who you think brought that Caddy, and that brand new Range
Wit them 24's on 'em, and all that blang — bitch
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I could give you what you want ma, you give me what I need
Make ya fly like a bird, and stay dressed to a T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat
Kitchen countin loot, I’m in the streets gettin money
Pimpin is a natural, on hoes I’m wit it
You never ride accurate, just dance and business
And we do the best of thangs, and we never slow down
We keep it all hood, cause that’s how it’s goin out
Slide in this ma, go holla at ya dogs
And have a good time, and head to the mall
I’mma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac
But it’s the Birdman daddy, got the stacks of stacks
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Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
You under smell it, we got ' s to get some money baby
Mamo, muszę dobrze wyglądać.
We got to get this cheese nigga
Nigga flip on the block, the birds flew in
Podniosę gryza, zajmę się wiatrem.
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Niggas hustlin, and pimpin tryna put it down
"Pitch off the mound, that third world clown"
We hustle for the money, we scramble for the pound
To pimpin uptown, chłopak z salonu.
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# So put the whips up nigga, the Bird ' s in town #
Staramy się zdobyć pieniądze, klejnoty, brąz
Budy wielkie, Pińczów, Poświętne
Never gon ' stop, we millionaire bound, be-atch
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that chichot
To "Sex In the City" za każdym razem, gdy się ze mną spotyka
Wit her-up and down, and up - she pussy whipped
Ale jej Alfons go weźmie, albo wyciągnie i zerwie.
Stop for ya pop, look her face, then shake it off
A different day another dollar, see ya later I will holla
Would you bring around my Impala
Muszę iść, a ty musisz odejść.
I ' m in the wind baby, pleave believe
Że już nie wrócisz.
Get yo hat, yo coat
And walk on out the do'
Bo nie wrócisz.
To nie jest nic dla balla ma, ugotuj coś porządnie
Potrzebuję kurczaka, frytek, potrzebuję go z wierzchu.
Lace my ride, black wall my tires
Kupiłem mami do centrum handlowego, Szpilki, krawat do spódnicy.
I worked her ride, I beamed her a line
She love a balla baby, Birdman pimp fly
Smoke hydro, we do it all night
Mannie Fresh, Baby, CMR for life
Lil ' funky, nasty bitch, I pay you to fuck
For what bitch, better catch ya cut
Nie jestem rajem szczurów, dla dziwek, jestem ma piiiimp
Niech dziwki nazywają mnie Caddy Daddy Sliiiim
Jestem ma mac ' a, break a gear and a game
Show a hotter hustle niggas, and bring head of the change
Jak myślisz, kto przyniósł tego Cadillaca, i ten nowy asortyment
Wit them 24 's on' em, and all that blang-bitch
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Mogę dać ci to, czego chcesz, mamo, ty dasz mi to, czego potrzebuję.
Make ya fly like A bird, and stay dressed to A T
Wit Stunna on ya neck, Smith-N-Wesson on the seat
Kitchen countin loot, I ' m in the streets getting money
Pimpin jest naturalny.
You never ride accurate, just dance and business
I robimy co w naszej mocy, i nigdy nie zwalniamy
We keep it all hood, cause that 's how it' s going out
Ślizgaj się w tym ma, idź holla do ya dogs
I baw się dobrze, i jedź do centrum handlowego.
Zabiorę cię do bloku, wit the crack and mac
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