Don Q - Don Vito - перевод текста песни на английский

Yeah, yeah, plug

Yeah, yeah, kill 'em

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, you the plug

Oh, you're the connect

Oh, you a killer

Oh, you're a killer

Oh, you a what?

Oh, you're a what?

I be with both

I roll with both

You ain't familiar

You're not familiar

I know the bangers

I know the hitters

All of the gangstas

All of the hittas

All of the shooters

Yeah, yeah

I know the scammers

All of the robbers

And all of the dealers

All of the what?

Oh, you a front street

Oh, you're front street

You ain't outside

You're not outside

When it come duck heat

When it comes to dodging heat

Is you gon' ride?

Are you gonna ride?

Heard you like yeah

Jewelry snatched

You like the strap

You want it back?

Yeah, yeah

Everywhere I go, I keep a shooter

They think I'm paranoid

I'm all alone and I'm high off these meds

I'm all alone, high off these meds

And I think I'm hearin' noises

I tripped off the lean, I'm back on the Henny

And I'm at it again

I bag up the Benz, I'm down on my pills

I'm back on them 10s

Lemme take 'em to the dark side

Let me take 'em to the dark side

Bustin' sales by the park slide

You see friends on the deep end

Just know you swimmin' where the sharks ride

Same hoes wouldn't look

They comment under my picture with heart eyes

I leap in the 'rari with frog eyes

Press the button then the doors rise

My caliber different

My caliber's different

I'm freakin' in Neimans, they thought that I had an addiction

This clarity hittin'

This clarity's hittin'

The faster the cars, the badder the women

I'm not a regular nigga

I'm not a regular dude

I kick bitches out just like a defense

I kick chicks out just like a defense

I put some bread on a nigga

I put some bread on a dude

Send him to God and askin' forgiveness

I am ahead of you niggas

I am ahead of you dudes

I know that you plannin' on catchin' me slippin'

I post by the store, they had my description

Note on the door, I had the eviction

Back seat of the Rolls parked

That's where swear nigga, he ain't ghost talk

That's where I swear, dude, he ain't ghost talk

Cold heart and it's so dark

Get your wife, took around those parts

Get your wife, took her around those parts

Oh, you the plug

Oh, you're the connect

Oh, you a killer

Oh, you're a killer

Oh, you a what?

Oh, you're a what?

I be with both

I roll with both

You ain't familiar

You're not familiar

I know the bangers

I know the hitters

All of the gangstas

All of the hittas

All of the shooters

Yeah, yeah

I know the scammers

All of the robbers

And all of the dealers

All of the what?

Oh, you a front street

Oh, you're front street

You ain't outside

You're not outside

When it come duck heat

When it comes to dodging heat

Is you gon' ride?

Are you gonna ride?

Heard you like yeah

Jewelry snatched

You like the strap

You want it back?

Yeah, yeah

Pay your lawyer just to beat the charges

Did a lot and I believe in karma

Eyes open, I can see the plotters

Supply the dealers and I feed the robbers

Read hatred from your body language

And it speakin' so fluently

And it's speakin' so fluently

Two blocks like it's two of me

I ain't givin' out opportunities

We packed Tonys in the lot

We hit the club through the back 'cause it's protocol

Jack boys in the spot

You can't get in with the strap, what you goin' for?

When I ace up the light, it be goin' off

When I ice up the light, it be goin' off

I'm livin' life, I ain't showin' off

I'm crusin' dolos so they think I'm lackin'

But the shooters behind Will throw'em off

But the shooters behind Will throw 'em off

Cuz niggas I trusted

Cuz dudes I trusted

Kept movin' too different so I started makin' adjustments

Choppers all over the crib

This for the niggas just waitin' to rush it

This for the dudes just waitin' to rush it

Is your boy tellin' or what?

You can get murdered for makin' assumptions

I fell in love with the rush

I put a Perc' in the eight and I crushed it

I'm a fast addict

I gotta go get the bag habit

I keep them stacks stackin'

You at home prayin' your stash lastin'

And I can really go see the man

Take a trip and gon' leave with grams

Come back home with a trap phone

And the kill 10 on the Peter Pan

Oh, you the plug

Oh, you're the connect

Oh, you a killer

Oh, you're a killer

Oh, you a what?

Oh, you're a what?

I be with both

I roll with both

You ain't familiar

You're not familiar

I know the bangers

I know the hitters

All of the gangstas

All of the hittas

All of the shooters

Yeah, yeah

I know the scammers

All of the robbers

And all of the dealers

All of the what?

Oh, you a front street

Oh, you're front street

You ain't outside

You're not outside

When he come duck me

When he comes to dodge me

Is you gon' ride?

Are you gonna ride?

Heard you like yeah

Jewelry snatched

You like the strap

You want it back?

Yeah, yeah

Don Q - Don Vito

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