Текст и перевод песни МЭЙБИ БЭЙБИ - Maybe f*cking baby!

Maybe f*cking baby!

This is maybe fucking baby, bitch
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Bitch

Maybe fucking baby, я реальна — это факты, бэйби
Эта киска в латексе ночами, словно Холли Берри
Mommy стелет, да, я зачитала бары в лайве, бэйби
Мэйби забрала этот биток, я не про майнинг, бэйби
Бадибэгерка, выбиваю страйки, бэйби
Я тяну бумагу, но мы не играем в фанты, бэйби
Видишь, психи в зале слэмят — это мои фаны, бэйби
Кайли Дженнер вайбы, но на мне нет ни растяжки, бэйби
Лузеры, вы вечно с L, словно вы фанаты Лейкерс
На мне L, малышка, только если я гоняю в эльке
Money Maker Rus Edition, набивай карманы, бэйби
Дай мне деньги, я хожу с карманным банкоматом, бэйби
Мать их, цепи так звенят, что я не слышу драма, бэйби
Я в отеле сняла весь этаж для своей банды, бэйби
Вся команда, как детали LEGO, я на заднем в Lambo
Разогналась так, ты знаешь, started from the bottom, бэйби
Балаклава хаки, на запястье две банданы, бэйби
Дам им рэпа, в будке дымовал, как будто рядом вэйпер
С нами Элли, намешала что-то в дабл капе, бэйби
Но во мне ни грамма, плюс во мне ни грамма фальши, бэйби

Maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Bitch, welcome to Мэйбилэнд

Maybe f*cking baby!

This is maybe fucking baby, bitch
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Lady

Maybe fucking baby, I’m for real, those are facts, lady
This pussy wears latex at night, like Halle Berry
Mommy's on the mic, check out my freestyle, baby
Maybe took the beat, honey, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout mining
Bodybagger, striking out, lady
I’m pulling paper, but we ain’t playin' spin the bottle
Look, the loonies in the audience are going off, those are my fans, lady
Kylie Jenner vibes, but I ain’t got no stretch marks, baby
Losers, you’re always in the L, like you’re Lakers’ fans
I’m L-riding, honey, only when I’m driving the Elantra
Money Maker Rus Edition, fill your pockets, honey
Give me money, I’m walking around with a mobile ATM, baby
Damn, my chains are making so much noise I can’t hear the drama, honey
I rented out an entire floor in a hotel for my gang, honey
The entire team, like LEGO pieces, I’m in the backseat of the Lambo
Took off so fast, you know, started from the bottom, lady
Balaclava khaki, two bandanas on my wrist, honey
I’m gonna rap for you, the booth was smokin', like a vaper’s next to me
Ellie’s with us, mixed something up in a double cup, baby
But I don't weigh a gram, and there ain’t a gram of fake in me, lady

Maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Maybe, maybe, maybe fucking baby
Bitch, welcome to Maybe Land