Текст песни и перевод на английский SURF GANG - Cinderella

Cinderella

(Surf Gang, bitch)
(EvilGiane)
(Surf Gang, bitch)
Skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Yeah, let's
Yeah, let's go
Bitch, I feel like Cinderella (Yeah, let's go), the shoe fit me
He tried to send shots, but he missed me
He missin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I be all up in a nigga jeans
Surfing with the team, like woah
Now a nigga mad (Ayy, woah, ayy)
When dude catch me, put him in a bag
Ayy, like, ayy, it's Surf Gang, bitch
Why y'all still going out sad? (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm busy chasing guap, 'member hoes would call me fat, ayy
Bobainee big Trackhawk, yeah,
Bitches call us fat 'cause we get to the money every day
(Yeah, let's go)
I can pull one rack, can you pull one rack out?
Mmm, you got nothing to say
Surf Gang, bitch, man, yeah, we getting paid
Ha, all these ladies wanna get laid
But I don't wanna get that, wanna get paid
I'm ballin' too hard, man, I'm ballin' out of range
Be with BABYXSOSA
We smokin' that gas, we smokin' Mimosa (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still get money every day in the corona (Skrrt)
I'm sippin' on drank, we're not sippin' Patron-a
Now let me just sit back and roll some of this dope up
I'm smoking exotic, you smokin' on dolja
Dior, designer drippin' on my feet
She look like she on tour, she open mouth for a week
Gotta quit that girl when this trap phone ring
Why they ask?
Why they askin' me like I know?
They'd better go, go, go
I want more
I'm with Bobainee and Polo
In my white tee (Ayy, yeah)
In my white tee (Ayy, yeah)
In my white tee (Buh, buh)
Guess that's why they like me (Yeah, ayy)
Yeah, I got new feet, these some '06 Icecreams
Diamonds dance like Sukihana, ayy, and them bitches biting
She gon' give me sloppy top, ayy,
Lil' ho, just don't bite me (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I feel like Cinderella (Yeah, let's go), the shoe fit me
He tried to send shots, but he missed me
He missin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I be all up in a nigga jeans
Surfing with the team, like woah
Now a nigga mad (Ayy, woah, ayy)
When dude catch me, put him in a bag
Ayy, like, ayy, it's Surf Gang, bitch,
Why y'all still going out sad? (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm busy chasing guap, 'member hoes would call me fat, ayy
Bobainee big Trackhawk, yeah,
Bitches call us fat 'cause we get to the money every day
(Yeah, let's go)
Mmm-mmm-mmm

Cinderella

(Surf Gang, bitch)
(EvilGiane)
(Surf Gang, bitch)
Skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Yeah, let's
Yeah, let's go
Bitch, I feel like Cinderella (Yeah, let's go), the shoe fit me
He tried to send shots, but he missed me
He missin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I be all up in a nigga jeans
Surfing with the team, like woah
Now a nigga mad (Ayy, woah, ayy)
When dude catch me, put him in a bag
Ayy, like, ayy, it's Surf Gang, bitch
Why y'all still going out sad? (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm busy chasing guap, 'member hoes would call me fat, ayy
Bobainee big Trackhawk, yeah,
Bitches call us fat 'cause we get to the money every day
(Yeah, let's go)
I can pull one rack, can you pull one rack out?
Mmm, you got nothing to say
Surf Gang, bitch, man, yeah, we getting paid
Ha, all these ladies wanna get laid
But I don't wanna get that, wanna get paid
I'm ballin' too hard, man, I'm ballin' out of range
Be with BABYXSOSA
We smokin' that gas, we smokin' Mimosa (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still get money every day in the corona (Skrrt)
I'm sippin' on drank, we're not sippin' Patron-a
Now let me just sit back and roll some of this dope up
I'm smoking exotic, you smokin' on dolja
Dior, designer drippin' on my feet
She look like she on tour, she open mouth for a week
Gotta quit that girl when this trap phone ring
Why they ask?
Why they askin' me like I know?
They'd better go, go, go
I want more
I'm with Bobainee and Polo
In my white tee (Ayy, yeah)
In my white tee (Ayy, yeah)
In my white tee (Buh, buh)
Guess that's why they like me (Yeah, ayy)
Yeah, I got new feet, these some '06 Icecreams
Diamonds dance like Sukihana, ayy, and them bitches biting
She gon' give me sloppy top, ayy,
Lil' ho, just don't bite me (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I feel like Cinderella (Yeah, let's go), the shoe fit me
He tried to send shots, but he missed me
He missin' me (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, I be all up in a nigga jeans
Surfing with the team, like woah
Now a nigga mad (Ayy, woah, ayy)
When dude catch me, put him in a bag
Ayy, like, ayy, it's Surf Gang, bitch,
Why y'all still going out sad? (Ayy)
Yeah, I'm busy chasing guap, 'member hoes would call me fat, ayy
Bobainee big Trackhawk, yeah,
Bitches call us fat 'cause we get to the money every day
(Yeah, let's go)
Mmm-mmm-mmm