Slim Thug — Danny Thugga tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Number 1 hustle
Still shinin' like a mother fucker
I got your girl at the crib under covers
I gave them a Molly, watch them fuck each other
Every time I fuck I got hit me least like two bitches
Ass so fat it look like two Nicki’s
I can’t fuck with you boo, I’m two picky
I can’t smoke with you, I only do sticky
Who the fuck tellin' that still goin' hard
Got your broad at the crib, about to pull a Ménage
Happy ending, with a massage
Which double R Imma pull out the garage
Still on top, can’t fuck with my squad
Ain’t talkin' bout reppin' talking about in my yard
Imma real nigga, still stay one hundred
Got it on my own, never been fronted
Everything the boy tryin' to do, I done it OG in the game like Birdman stuntin'
Used to be braided up livin' on the north
Now my G’s see me livin' like a boss
Got a meal with my cars, and a million dollar house
And I ain’t talkin bout my crib man, I’m talkin' bout my spouse
Can’t foul out, still throw with the reppin'
Can’t fall off, it’s do dangerous trappin'
Snitches and the feds already on my head
I guess that’s what I get for all that capin'
Jackets run up, hell yeah I’m packin'
Lay they ass down in the motherfuckin' ground
Imma G real, ya’ll look like a clown
Lookin' like BMF when we come through the town
Hold up
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Number 1 hustle
Wciąż lśni jak skurwysyn.
I got your girl at the Crimea under covers
Dałem im Molly, patrz jak się pieprzą.
Za każdym razem, gdy się pieprzę, uderzają mnie jak dwie suki.
Dupa tak gruba, że wygląda jak dwie Nicki.
I can 't fuck with you boo, I' m two picky
Nie mogę z Tobą palić, tylko się kleję.
Who the fuck tellin 'that still goin' hard
Mam twoją laskę w kołysce, zaraz się zabawimy.
Happy ending, z masażem
Which double R Imma pull out the garage
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Ain 't talkin' bout reppin ' talking about in my yard
Imma real nigga, still stay one hundred
Got it on my own, never been fronted
Everything the boy tryin 'to do, I done it og in the game like Birdman stuntin'
Used to be braided up livin ' on the north
Now my G 's see me livin' like a boss
Mam posiłek z moimi samochodami, i dom za milion dolarów
And I ain 't talkin' bout my crib man, I' m talkin' bout my spoon
Can 't faul out, still throw with the reppin'
Can 't fall off, it 's do dangerous trappin'
Donosiciele i federalni już na mojej głowie.
I guess that 's what I get for all that capin'
Jackets run up, Hell yeah I'm packin'
Lay they ass down in the motherfuckin ' ground
Imma g real, you ' ll look like a clown
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