DaBoii - Onna Gang - перевод текста песни на английский

Shit, Ima name this shit onna gang nigga

Shit, I'ma name this shit "Onna Gang", babe

Cause, nigga, everything I'm saying nigga, that's on gang nigga

'Cause, girl, everything I'm saying, that's on gang, you know?

Just cause you got ya ass a gun, that don't make you a gangster

Just 'cause you got your fine ass a gun, that don't make you a gangster

Ole bad ass lil boy, I'll give you a spanking

Badass little boy, I'll give you a spanking

I know some niggas want me dead, I be keeping em patient

I know some fools want me dead, I'm keeping them waitin'

Keep taking pictures with all them hammers, ain't beating no cases

Load the clips up with gloves, I ain't leaving no traces

I'll leave up out this earth before leaving a statement

I'll leave this earth before giving a statement

Fuck with us, yeah just know you're beefing with Haitians

Mess with us, yeah, just know you're beefing with Haitians

We ride around with baby K's onna special occasion

We ride around with baby K's on a special occasion

Lil bitch Ima dog, but a lion at heart

Lil' bitch, I'm a dog, but a lion at heart

You know that shit gon come to light, you can't hide in the dark

You know that shit gon' come to light, you can't hide in the dark

And you can't get up in this whip, catch you riding a bar

And you can't get up in this whip, catch you ridin' a bar

And you don't mean shit you tweet but be typing it hard

And you don't mean shit you tweet, but be typing it hard

And everytime I hit a bitch, it be from behind

And every time I hit a bitch, it be from behind

When they had me in that cell, I was beefing with time

Nah nigga, I don't rap I'm just speaking my mind

Nah, baby, I don't rap, I'm just speaking my mind

DaBoii for President, bitch I'm freeing my guys

DaBoii for President, bitch, I'm freeing my guys

Keep on talking out your neck, that shit funny as fuck

I'm finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut

I'm not familiar with no manners or no hometraining

I'm not familiar with no manners or no home training

You the best liar of the year with all that bold facing

I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no patience

If you owe me nigga pay me in full, no payments

If you owe me, pay me in full, no payments

I ain arguing with niggas I be close casing

I ain't arguing with fools, I be close casing

Boy I been about my chicken I be BoJanging

Boy, I been about my chicken, I be BoJanging

SOB RBE we the most hated

SOB RBE, we the most hated

Keep praying on our downfall, you gon hate it

Keep praying on our downfall, you gon' hate it

Ain't no C's in this P nigga no banking

Ain't no C's in this P, no banking

Disrespectful lil boy, you's a no naming

Disrespectful lil' boy, you a no-naming

Mouth on bling bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean

Nigga you don't really want beef, you a chilli bean

You don't really want beef, you a chili bean

Labels calling, ringy ring

Labels calling, ring-ring

Ride me, silly thing

Lying bitch keep claiming I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean

And its 200 on this dash, Valet I'm parking at

And its 200 on this dash, valet, I'm parking at

It's still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at

Where my target at? G-lock with me and I'm sparking that

Where my target at? Glock with me and I'm sparkin' that

You talk behind my back, I take your bitch

You talk behind my back, I take your girl

Her back? She arching that

I keep that mufucking.40

I keep that muthafucking .40

And you don't want no problems with that Deuce Deuce

Ima young wild nigga with an old soul

I'm a young wild girl with an old soul

90's baby, middle fingers to the new school

I'm bad with keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom

He claim he up but in his pockets ain't beaucoup

He claim he up, but in his pockets ain't beaucoup

This .40 go bang this .45 go boom boom

This .40 go bang, this .45 go boom boom

Bip Tune reminiscing gone too soon

RIP Tune, reminiscing, gone too soon

Why I'm so fucked up in the head, I wish I knew the answer

Bitch lock that phone up in that purse cause ion do the cameras

Bitch, lock that phone up in that purse, 'cause I don't do the cameras

Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwing a tantrum

Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue, then I'm throwing a tantrum

If I can't pour up with that Sprite Ima go with the Fanta

If I can't pour up with that Sprite, I'ma go with the Fanta

I got some demons in my gang your gang full of just brodies

I got some demons in my gang, your gang full of just buddies

And I ain't popping out a pill, Ima smoke me some Dobie

And I ain't popping out a pill, I'ma smoke me some Dobie

Its 3 peons in your whip, Roly, Poly, and Oly

It's three peons in your whip, Roly, Poly, and Oly

Leave a hole up in your whip, now you're holy and moly

ONNA GANG

DaBoii - Onna Gang

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