St. Lucia (feat. Felly) - Big Gigantic перевод на немецкий

St. Lucia (feat. Felly)

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Yeah, ah, juking, blues like St. Lucia
Crews they ain't used to, got moves like King Kunta
Go dumb man, I need tutor
Click up and we drink coola
I came for the king ruler
Your strings man they need tune up
My boo she can read future
Pattin' my pockets before the TSA
Weighing my options, I think I need to stay (I need to stay)
Just a little longer baby, I need them thangs
All up on my line like CIA
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Freedom rings, miss your call (Brrt, brrt)
Thuggin' on top of the underworld
Is you gon' run when that thunder roars?
Got me one, I think I need a hundred more

Took a jab at my insides
I'm floodin' my gills
Stackin' up with that simp life
And it's fuck how you feel
Pulling up with no invite (Yeah)
We up in the Hills
Man this shit isn't real life
Nah this shit isn't real
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Let's get this money mane
I need my ones in change
I hit the blunt like it's Cool Runnings and cough up a flame
Got some designer things
But it ain't all they say
I'd rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day
Look in my eyes, no cataract vision
I took me a sip and I conjured this feeling
I'm gonna stack up on my opps
Look how I'm tricking, millennial pimpin'
Like baby I'm bad, it's a sign of the times
Look at the ceiling, I don't see a limit
A trip to the island to settle my mind
Oh what a feeling, I'm makin' a killing
I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline
Wave your hands from the side to the side, yeah
Hate or love muhfucka you decide, yeah
Oh my, me and Dom goin' wild
No L's, keep them 1's to the Ja

Took a jab at my insides (Uh-uh)
I'm floodin' my gills
Stackin' up with that simp life
And it's fuck how you feel
Pulling up with no invite
We up in the Hills
Man this shit isn't real life
Nah this shit isn't real

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St. Lucia (feat. Felly)

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Yeah, ah, Juking, Blues wie St. Lucia
Crews, die sie nicht gewohnt sind, hab' Moves wie King Kunta
Werde dumm, Mann, ich brauch' 'nen Tutor
Klicken uns zusammen und wir trinken Cooler
Ich kam für den King, den Ruler
Deine Saiten, Mann, die müssen gestimmt werden
Meine Süße, sie kann die Zukunft lesen
Tatsch' meine Taschen ab vor der TSA
Wäge meine Optionen ab, ich glaub', ich muss bleiben (Ich muss bleiben)
Nur ein bisschen länger, Baby, ich brauch' die Dinger
Alle an meiner Leitung wie die CIA
Winter, Frühling, Sommer, Herbst
Freiheit ruft, verpass' deinen Anruf (Brrt, brrt)
Thuggin' an der Spitze der Unterwelt
Wirst du rennen, wenn der Donner grollt?
Hab' mir eine geholt, ich glaub', ich brauch' hundert mehr

Hat meinem Inneren einen Stich versetzt
Ich flute meine Kiemen
Bau' auf mit diesem Simp-Life
Und scheiß drauf, wie du dich fühlst
Tauchen auf ohne Einladung (Yeah)
Wir sind oben in den Hills
Mann, dieser Scheiß ist nicht das echte Leben
Nee, dieser Scheiß ist nicht echt
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Lass uns dieses Geld holen, Mann
Ich brauch' meine Einser in Kleingeld
Ich zieh' am Blunt, als wär's Cool Runnings und huste 'ne Flamme hoch
Hab' einige Designer-Sachen
Aber es ist nicht alles, was sie sagen
Ich wär' lieber unten in den Tropen an 'nem sonnigen Tag
Schau mir in die Augen, keine Katarakt-Sicht
Ich nahm mir 'nen Schluck und beschwor dieses Gefühl
Ich setz' mich über meine Opps
Schau, wie ich trickse, Millennial-Pimping
So wie, Baby, ich bin krass, das ist ein Zeichen der Zeit
Schau an die Decke, ich seh' kein Limit
Ein Trip zur Insel, um meinen Geist zu beruhigen
Oh, was für ein Gefühl, ich mach' 'nen Riesen-Gewinn
Ich spring' in 'nen Jet, lehn' mich zurück und entspann'
Bewegt eure Hände von Seite zu Seite, yeah
Hass oder Liebe, Motherfucker, du entscheidest, yeah
Oh mein Gott, ich und Dom drehen durch
Keine L's, heb' die 1er für Ja hoch

Hat meinem Inneren einen Stich versetzt (Uh-uh)
Ich flute meine Kiemen
Bau' auf mit diesem Simp-Life
Und scheiß drauf, wie du dich fühlst
Tauchen auf ohne Einladung
Wir sind oben in den Hills
Mann, dieser Scheiß ist nicht das echte Leben
Nee, dieser Scheiß ist nicht echt

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