Yung Joc — Don't Play Wit It tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
I’ma take this motherfuckin time to let y’all niggaz know
I’m tired of playin games. I’m tired of playin wit’chu man
(Preach on) Y’all niggaz comin up short on your money
Your re-up shit ain’t right (nope, nope)
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
(Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y’all
This ain’t make believe so why the fuck is you playin
You better listen close to what the fuck I’m sayin
Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man
Or I can let it go cause it ain’t nuttin man
But naw it’s the principle so fuck what you sayin
E’ry dollar I want it, e’ry dime I need that
So when it’s time to break bread gimme no feedback (shhh)
Cause you don’t want to piss me off
And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal
See I cain’t help it, that’s just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown
Yeahhh I know, you think I’m bluffin
'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in You say «I don’t know» then your blood start gushin
I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice)
Fuckin with my paper, you’re fuckin wit’cha life (wit'cha life)
Don’t play with it (blam) don’t play with it (blam)
Don’t play with it (blam) nigga don’t play with it (blam)
Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man
Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag
Ride wit’cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah)
I ain’t trippin now I’m lettin 'em pass, got that ass
So I’m in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat
Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?
I ain’t feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack
E’ry dime off e’ry zone, don’t gimme that (nah)
See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out
Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot
Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends
Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain’t tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin
All I’m sayin; don’t try to play me like I’m soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce
Fuckin with my paper — ye ain’t right
I’ma send them gators — in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater — in front your wife
No one can save ya — put out your lights
C’mon man
That ain’t how you do the shit bruh
Out’chea playin with a nigga money and shit
That ain’t the shit to be fuckin with
It’s hard out’chea in these streets nigga
Fuckin people fuckin wit’cha
Niggaz rattin and shit
That ain’t what’s up dawg
It’s the big dawg Diesel
Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me?
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
I 'm take this motherfuckin time to let y' all niggaz know
Mam dość gierek. Mam dość grania w wit ' Chu man.
(Preach on) Y ' all niggaz coming up short on your money
Your re-up shit ain ' t right (nope, nope)
"Your Babs off nigga, get that shit right"
(Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y' all
This ain ' t make believe so why the fuck is you playin
You better listen close to what the fuck I ' m saying
Bo tak naprawdę wystarczy kilka tysięcy.
Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man
Albo mogę odpuścić, bo to nie jest nuttin man.
Ale nie, to zasada, więc pieprzyć to, co mówisz.
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Więc kiedy nadszedł czas, aby łamać chleb daj no feedback (shhh)
Bo nie chcesz mnie wkurzyć.
And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal
Widzisz, nic na to nie poradzę, tak właśnie się zejdziemy.
Odpuść kilka rund, Zmień Uśmiech w zmarszczkę.
Wiem, myślisz, że blefuję.
'Til I kick the do' and The goons they rush in Lay down on the flo 'where you keep the Cola in You say "I don' t know " then your blood start gushin
I Done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice)
Fucking with my paper, you 're fuckin' Cha life (wit ' Cha life)
Don 't play with it (blam) don' t play with it (blam)
Don 't play with it (blam) nigga don' t play with it (blam)
Oto i on.
Smokin On The purple bad, pistol in my other hand
Kurwa z moich gumek get your ass murdered fast
Posiekać cię i posiekać, a potem wepchnąć do worka.
Ride wit 'Cha in the trunk' til ya smellin bad
Weź swoją córkę po zajęciach, przejedź jej dupsko
I know a pussy nigga wish me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah)
I ain 't trippin now I' m lettin ' em pass, got that ass
So I ' m in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat
Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
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I ain ' t feelin that, pay me for my fucking pack
E 'ry Zone, don' t gimme that (nah)
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Smutne niedzielne nabożeństwo dla frajera na parkingu
"Better know the reperkussions fucking with my dividens"
Mam zabójcę dla zabójców.
Zostaw swoje dziecko mamusia zdrętwiała i dotykam wielu fanów
Jeśli nie próbujesz tego zobaczyć sugeruję zacząć się modlić
All I 'm saying; don' t try to play me like I ' m soft
Traktuję Cię jak komary, kiedy cię z tym zdejmuję.
Ten Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your peruk leakin like you Spaghetti sauce
Fucking with my paper-ye ain ' t right
Wyślę im aligatory w środku nocy —
Pozwól im podzielić tater-na oczach twojej żony
No one can save ya-put out your lights
No dalej, Stary.
Nie tak się to robi.
"Out' Chea playin with a nigga money and shit"
To nie jest gówno, z którym można się pieprzyć.
It 's hard out' Chea in these streets nigga
Pierdoleni ludzie, pierdoleni wit ' Cha
Niggaz rattin and shit
That ain 't what' s up dawg
To big dawg Diesel.
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