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Origineel

[Verse 1] I was born ready I'm working your man up in that circuit Bitch I planned to look that perfect Cheap little brand, but a bitch that certain Clip that gan-ja, split that curtain He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent He wanna wam, wanna get it in, wanna get it up Wanna split it and wanna lick it up But your nigga been listenin' to rough's Now your niggas on the internet enough So he think he know the Dickens and the -what Damn motherfucker you be sniffing in the butt You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt You be handful of scrilla while I'm jiggling the buns I can stop moving still jiggling the buns I can pop in the middle with a did up in the bun Let it drop for ya nigga when he get up in the front I could spot which niggas got the get-up's and the funds But I'm not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues Not these bitches all these niggas been among So it's not with me with 'em when your nigga in the crumbs And it's not me chilling with your nigga in the slums Don't ru-run with 'em, never with 'em in the sun, huh I'ma sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics He know that I got that juicy That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tootie That natural beauty, he rich; he poppin' that bougie I got that Glock and that uzi, that ch-ch-chop and the tuni I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget Split ya top and ya stomach, hit ya pops and ya cousin Miss the shot if he runnin' and get as hot as he want it [Chorus] You, you don't want I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me You on one, I'm on two Bang or get banged on, you choose These niggas runnin, these niggas runnin They stay pumpin' that game but these niggas frontin' All beige up on this stage, oh, these niggas stuntin' So these bitches comin', now these niggas runnin Runnin', niggas runnin', niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' [Verse 2] I'm in the creme Coupe seats, color: gingerbread You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head You say you 'bout to get buttered, 'bout to spend your bread So you 'bout to get smothered with that infrared Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna click never jam-a I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma These niggas totin' they hammer but really open punanas I smell these niggas, they pussy they pussy they needa douche it Don't let him up in the cushion 'less he come with the right dues If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick Fuck feeding these niggas, you bitches breeding these niggas? I get the beats from these niggas then hit the streets with these niggas Y'all tryna sleep with these niggas, I'm tryna eat with these niggas I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now [Chorus] You, you don't want I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me You on one, I'm on two Bang or get banged on, you choose These niggas runnin, these niggas runnin They stay pumpin' that game but these niggas frontin' All beige up on this stage, oh, these niggas stuntin' So these bitches comin', now these niggas runnin Runnin', niggas runnin', niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin'

 

Vertaling

[Verse 1] Ik ben klaar geboren I'm working your man up in that circuit Bitch I planned to look that perfect Cheap little brand, but a bitch that certain Clip that gan-ja, split that curtain He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent He wanna wam, wanna get it in, wanna get it up Wanna split it and wanna lick it up But your nigga been listenin' to rough's Nu zitten je niggas genoeg op het internet So he think he know the Dickens and the -what Verdomde klootzak die je in je kont snuift Je bent een fan, kleine neger, je leeft voor de kut. Je bent een handvol scrilla terwijl ik met mijn billen schud. Ik kan stoppen met bewegen en nog steeds met mijn billen schudden. Ik kan in het midden knallen met een did up in de bun Let it drop for ya nigga when he get up in the front Ik kan zien welke nigga's de get-up's en de fondsen hebben Maar ik ben niet die wijven met hun lul op hun tong Niet die wijven waar al die nikkers tussen zitten. Dus het is niet met mij als je nigga in de kruimels zit En ik chill niet met jouw nigga in de achterbuurten Ik ga niet met ze rotzooien, nooit met ze in de zon, huh I'ma sp-sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics He know that I got that juicy That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tootie Die natuurlijke schoonheid, hij rijk; hij poppin 'dat bougie I got that Glock and that uzi, that ch-ch-chop and the tuni I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget Split ya top and ya stomach, hit ya pops and ya cousin Miss the shot if he runnin' and get as hot as he want it [Chorus] You, you don't want Ik ken je, je wilt niet met me neuken You on one, I'm on two Bang or get banged on, you choose These niggas runnin, these niggas runnin They stay pumpin' that game but these niggas frontin' All beige up on this stage, oh, these niggas stuntin' So these bitches comin', now these niggas runnin Runningin', niggas runnin', niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' [Verse 2] I'm in the creme Coupe seats, color: gingerbread You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head You say you 'bout to get buttered, 'bout to spend your bread Dus je staat op het punt om gesmoord te worden met dat infrarood Wedden dat die aardbei banaan f-fanna click nooit jam-a Ik ga je harnas beschadigen en ben van plan om je oma te slaan. Deze negers slaan met een hamer, maar openen eigenlijk punanas Ik ruik deze niggas, ze pussy they pussy they needa douche it Laat hem niet op het kussen, tenzij hij komt met de juiste dues Zo niet, dan kan je beter een blanke neuken Zo niet, dan kan hij maar beter met de juiste lul komen. Zo niet, dan weet je waarschijnlijk wel dat hij van piemels houdt. Fuck het voeden van deze niggas, jullie bitches fokken deze niggas? Ik krijg de beats van deze niggas en dan ga ik de straat op met deze niggas. Jullie proberen met deze niggas te slapen, ik probeer met deze niggas te eten. Ik lees deze niggas het script en word ziek van het zien van deze niggas nu [Chorus] You, you don't want Ik ken je, je wilt niet met me neuken You on one, I'm on two Bang or get banged on, you choose These niggas runnin, these niggas runnin They stay pumpin' that game but these niggas frontin' All beige up on this stage, oh, these niggas stuntin' So these bitches comin', now these niggas runnin Runningin', niggas runnin', niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin' These niggas runnin', these niggas runnin'