Paroles et traduction Einár - Gucci

Gucci

Wicked on the track
Ey, jag sitter med gun'en i bilen
Fyra fem mandems e' i den
Mannen vi kan den här skiten
Mannen jag njam den här beaten, becknade grammen på streetsen
Ey, ah
Jag sitter men gun'en i bilen
Fyra fem mandems e' i den
Mannen vi kan den här skiten
Mannen jag njam den här beaten, becknade grammen på streetsen
Nämn inga namn till polisen, vi har gun'en ni har priset
Ni har grammen vi har kiz'en, slap'a med handen på tiz'en
Ay, yao yao
Här i mitt område, inget snack i luren om droger
Nån blir japp'd ingen som såg det, ingen här bryter nån' kod bre
Alla vet hur the son låter, handskar e' som kondomen
Alla vet hur the son låter, handskar e' som kondomen
Ay glider runt i mitt kvarter, kvarter
Å' jag delar ut paket, paket
Gör min grej mannen fuck er, fuck er
Gör min grej mannen japp er, japp er
Kulor flyger ut som en raket
Du på gud de' e' sluk or not yeah
Mannen tror du de' kul å' va' here
Mannen tror du de' kul å' va' here
Ah, de' gucci från botten till toppen
parkera med glocken med kulan i loppet
Parkera med folket på blocket, vi chockade folket, jag puffar holken
De' gucci från botten till toppen
parkera med glocken med kulan i loppet
Parkera med folket på blocket, vi chockade folket, jag puffar holken
De' gucci från botten till toppen ey
Du e' milli ey, glider me' en billig tjej
Benim glider, Philipp Plein, kulan flyger in i dig
E' från Stockholm city ey, hämta para make it rain
Hämta para make it rain, e' från Stockholm city ey
Ah, orten e' annorlunda, folk tar tram å' pundar, massa guns å' ungar
Ambulansen turbar, mannen butch en k' i hans tarm å' lunga
Mannen allting e' fucked up, gatan gör mannen fuck rap
Ni var före kommer 'kapp snabbt
Här ute japp'd rappt, här ute du blir japp'd rappt
Om min mag e' tom så finns den mannen
Samma gäller min ficka
Aina plockar upp hylsor mannen, nån blev japp'd å' de' gick snabbt
Röda lappen vid gylfen mannen, målarfärg på min byxa
Bror jag släpper bara hits län, mannen zutt å' annat går å' fixa
Ah, de' gucci från botten till toppen
parkera med glocken med kulan i loppet
Parkera med folket på blocket, vi chockade folket, jag puffar holken
De' gucci från botten till toppen
parkera med glocken med kulan i loppet
Parkera med folket på blocket, vi chockade folket, jag puffar holken
De' gucci från botten till toppen ey

Gucci

Wicked on the track
Ey, I'm sitting with the gun in the car
Four or five of my guys are in it
Girl, we know this shit
Girl, I'm vibing to this beat, scored grams on the streets
Ey, ah
I'm sitting with the gun in the car
Four or five of my guys are in it
Girl, we know this shit
Girl, I'm vibing to this beat, scored grams on the streets
Don't mention any names to the police, we have the gun, you have the price
You have the grams, we have the chicks, slapping with my hand on her ass
Ay, yao yao
Here in my neighborhood, no talk on the phone about drugs
Someone gets popped, no one saw it, no one here breaks the code, babe
Everyone knows how the son sounds, gloves are like condoms
Everyone knows how the son sounds, gloves are like condoms
Ay gliding around my block, block
And I'm handing out packages, packages
Doing my thing, girl, fuck you, fuck you
Doing my thing, girl, pop you, pop you
Bullets flying out like a rocket
You on God, it's swallow or not yeah
Girl, do you think it's fun to be here
Girl, do you think it's fun to be here
Ah, it's Gucci from the bottom to the top
Parking with the Glock, bullet in the chamber
Parking with the people on the block, we shocked the people, I'm puffing the blunt
It's Gucci from the bottom to the top
Parking with the Glock, bullet in the chamber
Parking with the people on the block, we shocked the people, I'm puffing the blunt
It's Gucci from the bottom to the top ey
You're a milli ey, gliding with a cheap girl
Benim glides, Philipp Plein, the bullet flies into you
I'm from Stockholm city ey, get money, make it rain
Get money, make it rain, I'm from Stockholm city ey
Ah, the hood is different, people take trams and do drugs, lots of guns and kids
The ambulance is turning, man, put a bullet in his gut and lungs
Man, everything is fucked up, the street makes the man, fuck rap
You were ahead, I'm catching up fast
Out here, popped quickly, out here you get popped quickly
If my mag is empty, that man has it
The same goes for my pocket
Aina picks up shells, man, someone got popped and it went fast
Red mark by the zipper, man, paint on my pants
Bro, I only release hits, man, zutt and other things can be fixed
Ah, it's Gucci from the bottom to the top
Parking with the Glock, bullet in the chamber
Parking with the people on the block, we shocked the people, I'm puffing the blunt
It's Gucci from the bottom to the top
Parking with the Glock, bullet in the chamber
Parking with the people on the block, we shocked the people, I'm puffing the blunt
It's Gucci from the bottom to the top ey