Origineel
[Intro]
Them yeah’ yeah’s over
Mmm, yeah, uh
(DeAnthony my nigga)
Slime
[Chorus]
Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave ‘cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit’
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit’ hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (Hydrocodone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can’t let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin’ up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get away and hide
She not that I don’t tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that fire
Young rich nigga wit’ a whole lotta critics
But I can’t be mad wit’ a whole lotta benjis (Let’s go)
Forty-thousand backend, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let’s go)
Everybody that talk don’t know how I’m livin’ (They don’t know)
I ain’t got no bae, I ain’t catchin’ no feelings (Yah)
We ain’t gotta be together for to make some millions (i know)
She was just my friend and I whined up hittin’ it (That’s right)
But out me can’t get no commitment (That’s right)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike, Supreme goggles (Go)
Saint Laurent boots, bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga totin’ that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I’m stylin’ (Errrf)
[Chorus]
Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave ‘cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit’
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit’ hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (With hydrocodone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Three lortabs I gave her two
I had five I was gon’ take
Yaya, what I do to you?
What the fuck is it gon’ take?
Percocet’s and off that drink
I might learn another language
Took a Xan, now I can’t think
And I’m not knowin’ where my mind went
I Buy my X from the bottom
Shawty tweakin’, she don’t know what she tryin’
To keep it real, she don’t know where she ridin’
Society where them people be dyin’
I’m in the north where my life on the line
I’m wit’ my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, you know, honey you fine
We not together and she not even tryin’
I made her a slime (Slatt)
[Chorus]
Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave ‘cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit’
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit hydrocodeine, yeah, yeah (hydroceidone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
Vertaling
[Intro]
Them yeah’ yeah’s over
Mmm, yeah, uh
(DeAnthony my nigga)
Slime
[Chorus]
Balmain metcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave ‘cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
De manier waarop je me neukt, laat me denken dat jij degene bent met wie ik moet zijn.
Ik voel geen pijn als ik high ben en ik ben frisser dan een teef
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit’ hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (Hydrocodone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can’t let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin’ up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get away and hide
Ze weet niet dat ik geen nigga tolereer.
Hit him with that fire
Young rich nigga with’ a whole lotta critics
But I can’t be mad with’ a whole lotta benjis (Let’s go)
Veertigduizend achter, uitgegeven zodra ik het heb. Ja, laten we gaan.
Everybody that talk don’t know how I’m livin’ (Ze weten het niet)
I ain’t got no bae, I ain’t catchin’ no feelings (Yah)
We hoeven niet samen te zijn om miljoenen te verdienen. Ik weet het.
Ze was gewoon mijn vriendin en ik zeurde erop los. Dat klopt.
But out me can’t get no commitment (That’s right)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, Prada. (En Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (Haar wat?)
Ja, ze wil Balenciaga.
Dirt bike, Supreme bril (Go)
Saint Laurent laarzen, motorrijder (Huh)
Young nigga totin’ that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I’m stylin’ (Errrf)
[Chorus]
Balmain metcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave ‘cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be with’
Ik voel geen pijn als ik high ben en ik ben frisser dan een teef
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
With’ hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (Met hydrocodon)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Three lortabs I gave her two
I had five I was gon’ take
Yaya, wat heb ik je aangedaan?
Wat is er verdomme voor nodig?
Percocet’s en van die drank af
Ik leer misschien een andere taal.
Took a Xan, now I can’t think
And I’m not knowin’ where my mind went
I Buy my X from the bottom
Shawty tweakin’, she don’t know what she tryin’
To keep it real, she don’t know where she ridin’
Society where them people be dyin’
I’m in the north where my life on the line
I’m with’ my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, you know, honey you fine
We zijn niet samen en ze probeert het niet eens
I made her a slime (Slatt)
[Chorus]
Balmain metcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave ‘cause I wasn’t ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be with’
Ik voel geen pijn als ik high ben en ik ben frisser dan een teef
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s, yeah, yeah (Talkin’ ‘bout 30’s)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit hydrocodeine, yeah, yeah (hydroceidone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah