F1 - Dead Obies перевод на английский

F1

Ride dans ma ville comme Jacques Vill'
J'viens de stack up trente mille tranquille
J'veux toucher le million avant trente-six
Gotta catch up, shit, faut que je pense vite
Jamais spill de ketchup sur la banquette
Avec Shabbo sur un Newave mais j'pas Jean-Luc
J'veux pas 'ton amitié j'm'en calice
I got new friends and they're all DEAD

Alexander McQueen payé hors-taxes
J'm'allumes un Russian Cream back à l'hôtel
Never faked it, j'ai des principes
Vingt-six, bitch I gotta have it
Bitch I gotta have it, bitch I gotta have it
J'ride dans ma ville comme Jacques Vill'
Si j'réponds pas au phone laisses moi tranquille
J'veux juste remplir les poches de mon Balmain
Thirty bands et je les stack up
Recomptes pour le fun quand j'suis high as fuck
Étape par étape comme si j'étais à l'école
J'vais tout les renvoyer à l'école

If I wanna bail, its all for best
Pockets are filled, popping a pill if I get a chill
King of the hill, I'm willing and able
I keep my hands on the wheel, my foot on the stables
Look Ma Im gone
Pop drop it lock n load
I gotta go South, make sure you fill up the whole bag
Cuz I dont consider ever going back

Ride dans ma ville comme Jacques Vill'
J'viens de stack up trente mille tranquille
J'veux toucher le million avant trente-six
Gotta catch up, shit, faut que je pense vite
Jamais spill de ketchup sur la banquette
Avec Shabbo sur un Newave mais j'pas Jean-Luc
J'veux pas 'ton amitié j'm'en calice
I got new friends and they're all dead

J'ai pas made it bitch, j'ai made it happen
J'ai pas l'choix d'flex comme un athlète
C'pour ça j'fuck around, dépense le cash vite
Get it back quick, mula fait des backflips
Esskedit mane, clean cut, Helmut Lang
Ou bien Philipp Plein, cliqued up on s'est mis bien
Dans ma ville dans un Range and I'm switching lanes
Laisse-moi shine, bling-bling, juste comme Lil' Wayne
On the ball, yeh, I been on the road
J'ai la sauce, j'la laisse couler comme de l'eau
Ils riaient d'nous, maintenant ils veulent que j'reste humble
So c'est "F you" quand j'pull up en F1 'skuur'

Ride dans ma ville comme Jacques Vill'
J'viens de stack up trente mille tranquille
J'veux toucher le million avant trente-six
Gotta catch up, shit, faut que je pense vite
Jamais spill de ketchup sur la banquette
Avec Shabbo sur un Newave mais j'pas Jean-Luc
J'veux pas 'ton amitié j'm'en calice
I got new friends and they're all dead

F1

I'm cruising through my city like Jacques Vill'
Just stacked up thirty thousand chill
I wanna hit a million before thirty-six
Gotta catch up, shit, gotta think fast
Never spill ketchup on the seat
With Shabbo on a Newave, but I'm not Jean-Luc
Don't want your friendship, I don't care
I got new friends and they're all DEAD

Alexander McQueen, tax-free
Light up a Russian Cream back at the hotel
Never faked it, I have principles
Twenty-six, bitch I gotta have it
Bitch I gotta have it, bitch I gotta have it
I'm cruising through my city like Jacques Vill'
If I don't answer the phone, leave me alone
I just want to fill my Balmain pockets
Thirty bands and I'm stacking them up
Recount for fun when I'm high as fuck
Step by step, like I was in school
I'm gonna send them all back to school

If I wanna bail, it's all for the best
Pockets are filled, popping a pill if I get a chill
King of the hill, I'm willing and able
I keep my hands on the wheel, my foot on the pedal
Look Ma Im gone
Pop drop it lock n load
I gotta go South, make sure you fill up the whole bag
Cuz I don't consider ever going back

I'm cruising through my city like Jacques Vill'
Just stacked up thirty thousand chill
I wanna hit a million before thirty-six
Gotta catch up, shit, gotta think fast
Never spill ketchup on the seat
With Shabbo on a Newave, but I'm not Jean-Luc
Don't want your friendship, I don't care
I got new friends and they're all dead

I didn't make it bitch, I made it happen
I don't have a choice, gotta flex like an athlete
That's why I fuck around, spend the cash fast
Get it back quick, mula does backflips
Esskedit mane, clean cut, Helmut Lang
Or Philipp Plein, cliqued up, we're doing well
In my city in a Range, and I'm switching lanes
Let me shine, bling-bling, just like Lil' Wayne
On the ball, yeh, I been on the road
I got the sauce, let it flow like water
They laughed at us, now they want me to stay humble
So it's "F you" when I pull up in a F1 'skuur'

I'm cruising through my city like Jacques Vill'
Just stacked up thirty thousand chill
I wanna hit a million before thirty-six
Gotta catch up, shit, gotta think fast
Never spill ketchup on the seat
With Shabbo on a Newave, but I'm not Jean-Luc
Don't want your friendship, I don't care
I got new friends and they're all dead