Текст и перевод песни Danny Ali - Playboy

Playboy

I flex up like covergirl, uh
I flex up like covergirl
Cover, uh
I flex up like covergirl
Covergirl
I flex up like covergirl
Cover, uh

I remember doing bad yeah
I remember 9th grade, skipping class
Niggas waving red flags yeah
Blood leaking through the glass yea
Pigs killed the lil homie
Uh
Gas station up by classic
Screaming RIP D.G.
Fuck the red and blue flag
Bitch I want it bad, bitch I want it bad yea
Swear that Billie Jean a bad bitch
All I wanted was a smash hit
Then I seen niggas that get it go poof
Damn, disappear just like magic
Real Star, I'm so focused
Swear that my city the coldest
Don't need a link up, we golden
Yeah

Okay, phone always off
I ain't taking no calls baby
My old number gone
I ain't scared of no moment baby
I'm always on the go
Always on the roll
Never on the ropes
If I got my gang we all could roll
If it's a go then

Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Might need you to

Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Might need, might need

Real Star, ain't a way around it I'm headed for great
If i want it
Ain't a price in life I ain't willing to pay
Or risk I ain't willing to take
Get back everything that you put in
How I'm living my days
Hit the bottom often tryna find my peace
The letting go is easy, that could never be me
See they can't feel the pain of putting yo greatest flaws on a beat
I can tell because of how they hiding they face on IG
But there's a message in that lesson though
It's times I wanna find a way to break the mold
Times I wanna break down and find a way to let it show
The people I need close is my reminder not to let it slow
Real Star, everything I been thru I spilled in a verse
Fuck being perfect dawg, a nigga just tryna be heard
I can tell you everything, I guess this how therapy work
If this is my impression to the people, how's that for a first

Playboy

I flex up like covergirl, uh
I flex up like covergirl
Cover, uh
I flex up like covergirl
Covergirl
I flex up like covergirl
Cover, uh

I remember doing bad yeah
I remember 9th grade, skipping class
Niggas waving red flags yeah
Blood leaking through the glass yea
Pigs killed the lil homie
Uh
Gas station up by classic
Screaming RIP D.G.
Fuck the red and blue flag
Bitch I want it bad, bitch I want it bad yea
Swear that Billie Jean a bad bitch
All I wanted was a smash hit
Then I seen niggas that get it go poof
Damn, disappear just like magic
Real Star, I'm so focused
Swear that my city the coldest
Don't need a link up, we golden
Yeah

Okay, phone always off
I ain't taking no calls baby
My old number gone
I ain't scared of no moment baby
I'm always on the go
Always on the roll
Never on the ropes
If I got my gang we all could roll
If it's a go then

Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Might need you to

Pray for me
Might need you to pray for me
Might need, might need

Real Star, ain't a way around it I'm headed for great
If i want it
Ain't a price in life I ain't willing to pay
Or risk I ain't willing to take
Get back everything that you put in
How I'm living my days
Hit the bottom often tryna find my peace
The letting go is easy, that could never be me
See they can't feel the pain of putting yo greatest flaws on a beat
I can tell because of how they hiding they face on IG
But there's a message in that lesson though
It's times I wanna find a way to break the mold
Times I wanna break down and find a way to let it show
The people I need close is my reminder not to let it slow
Real Star, everything I been thru I spilled in a verse
Fuck being perfect dawg, a nigga just tryna be heard
I can tell you everything, I guess this how therapy work
If this is my impression to the people, how's that for a first