Текст и перевод песни 31 FAM - Rip Hoe

Rip Hoe

Ei
(I vull que beguin fort)
(Quality)

Quan estigui Rip Hoe, vull que facin festa
Vull que beguin fort
Fins que passi la tempesta

Als mals dies
Dit del mig per la finestra (Fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (Na-nai)

He pagat la part del tracte
Vull morir sobre un Cayenne
M'he acabat els canelos
Moët Chandon sobre el ciment (Skrr, skrr)

La teva Hoe no riu
Però amb mi està somrient
No vull temptacions o acabarem malament

Estic contant estrelles
Però vull paciència
Mai faig switch-sides
Al barranc, però never slide

Necessito bling blau
I un bon terapeuta
Perquè ella no m'estima
Però no és com les altres meuques

Quan estigui Rip Hoe, vull que facin festa
Vull que beguin fort
Fins que passi la tempesta

Als mals dies
Dit del mig per la finestra (Fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (Na-nai)

Dead inside, resaré per tots els meus
Shoutout a la meva mare
Shoutout als que guanyes cash
Copien Rick Ross i volen Dolce e Gabbana
AK-47 busquen booties a la barra

Miren els teus socks, puta no saben de blocks
Volen que els hi presti stops
Somien per ser un dels teus bloods
Complint somnis puta des del 2001 en la línea
I ara tots la mamen, volen ser de la família

Trap boy, star boy, Bix, la meva hoe
Koa está en la base derrochando pila flow
What you know
Tots els meus nens cuinant el blunt
Prenden hierba cara, i s'estan fent el vacilón

Quan estigui Rip Hoe, vull que facin festa
Vull que beguin fort
Fins que passi la tempesta

Als mals dies
Dit del mig per la finestra (Fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (Na-nai)

Hablan y ahora hablan
Como si yo no supiera
Me he comido el panorama
Al juntarme con las fieras

Ni segunda, ni tercera
Queremos ver la primera
Cuando hacemos un concierto
El sold-out nadie lo espera

Siempre rich (Na-na)
'Tamos bien (Na-na)
Me siento big (Na-na)
Somos seis (Na-na)
To' el mundo nos dice
No nos cambia por ninguno
Que nosotros somos seis, pero arriba uno

Si toques un dels meus ets home mort
Em moc pel club fent fitness
Sense fer esport

El primer d'aquesta sèrie, Henry Ford
Demà vull que flexin', flexin', flexin'
Celebrin que ja no hi sóc

Cuando yo esté Rip Hoe, quiero que hagan fiesta
Quiero que beban muy fuerte
Hasta que pase la tormenta

Y malos días
Dit del mig per la finestra (Fuck you)
Ens movem junts com una orquestra (Na-nai)

Cuando yo esté Rip Hoe, quiero que hagan fiesta (Quality)
(Beneïts fins l'últim dia per poguer tornar a volar)
Això és la 31 (31, 31, FAM)

Rip Hoe

Hey
(I want them to start strong)
(Quality)

When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes

On bad days
Middle finger out the window (Fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (Na-nai)

I paid my part of the deal
I want to die on a Cayenne
I ran out of joints
Moët Chandon on the cement (Skrr, skrr)

Your hoe doesn't laugh
But she's smiling with me
I don't want temptations or we'll end up badly

I'm counting stars
But I want patience
I never switch sides
At the cliff, but never slide

I need blue bling
And a good therapist
Because she doesn't love me
But she's not like other chicks

When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes

On bad days
Middle finger out the window (Fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (Na-nai)

Dead inside, I'll pray for all my people
Shoutout to my mother
Shoutout to those who earn cash
They copy Rick Ross and want Dolce e Gabbana
AK-47 looking for booties at the bar

They look at your socks, bitch, they don't know about blocks
They want me to lend them stops
They dream of being one of your bloods
Making dreams come true, bitch, since 2001 on the line
And now everyone sucks it, they want to be family

Trap boy, star boy, Bix, my hoe
Koa is at the base wasting tons of flow
What you know
All my kids cooking the blunt
They smoke expensive weed, and they're having a blast

When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party
I want them to drink hard
Until the storm passes

On bad days
Middle finger out the window (Fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (Na-nai)

They talk and now they talk
Like I don't know
I've eaten the whole panorama
By joining the beasts

Not second, not third
We want to see the first
When we do a concert
Nobody expects the sold out

Always rich (Na-na)
We're good (Na-na)
I feel big (Na-na)
We are six (Na-na)
Everyone tells us
They wouldn't trade us for anyone
That we are six, but one above

If you touch one of mine, you're a dead man
I move through the club doing fitness
Without doing sports

The first of this series, Henry Ford
Tomorrow I want them to flex, flex, flex
Celebrate that I'm gone

When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party
I want them to drink really hard
Until the storm passes

And bad days
Middle finger out the window (Fuck you)
We move together like an orchestra (Na-nai)

When I'm Rip Hoe, I want them to party (Quality)
(Blessed until the last day to be able to fly again)
This is the 31 (31, 31, FAM)