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Lirieke
Alright, man
– Goed, man
This what we gon’ do
– Dit is wat ons gaan doen
If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H’s up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
– As jy liefde het, h-town, sit jou deuces op, sit Jou H’s een keer op my broer, DJ Screw
Ayy
– Ayy
Put your H’s up now
– Sit Jou H’s nou op
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
– Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, ja
Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
– Kan ek’n woah, woah, oh, woah, woah kry? Ja, ek het
Friday night, I’m out with the guys
– Vrydagaand, ek is uit met die ouens
You already called me five times
– Jy het my al vyf keer gebel
Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
– Drankies vloei, vang my vibe
Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
– Blou borrels blaas my lyn op
You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
– Jy het ook vriende, niemand het vir jou gesê jy bly binne, gaan leef jou lewe
Your life
– Jou lewe
Textin’ me, “Don’t bother comin’ home,” as if the crib ain’t mine
– Textin’me, ” Moenie die moeite doen om huis toe te kom nie,” asof die krip nie myne is nie
What’s on your mind? (Your mind) Your mind
– Wat is in jou gedagtes? (Jou verstand) jou verstand
Wait on you to sober up the next day ’cause that’s when you realize, talkin’ on some, oh, damn, I am trippin’
– Wag op jou om nugter die volgende dag want dit is wanneer jy besef, praat op’n paar, o, damn, ek is trippin
Vaping while you’re typin’ on a mission
– Vaping terwyl jy tik op’n missie
Maya Angelou, ’07, shots of ’42, your words are cuttin’ deep, your words are hittin’ different
– Maya Angelou, ‘ 07, foto’s van ’42, jou woorde is diep, jou woorde is anders
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
– Al wat jy moet doen is (Al wat jy moet doen)
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
– Al wat jy moet doen is (Al wat jy moet doen)
Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)
– Hop op 85, ry regs verby a& m (Verby a&m)
It’s rainin’ in Houston, we’re not arguing again
– Dit reën In Houston, ons is nie weer stry
All this time you’ve been around me
– Al hierdie tyd was jy om my
You don’t spend a penny ’round me
– Jy spandeer nie’n sent om my nie
Friends are extra friendly ’round me
– Vriende is ekstra vriendelik rondom my
If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah
– As jy my liefhet, kan ek’n woah, woah, woah, woah, woah kry? (Woah) Ja
Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
– Kan ek’n woah, woah, woah, woah kry? Ja, ek het
Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M
– Ayy, spring op 85, ver verby A&m
Straight into Houston, we’re not arguing again
– Reguit In Houston, ons is nie weer stry
Hop on 85, way past A&M
– Spring op 85, ver verby a&m
Girl, you know the way and we’re not arguing again
– Meisie, jy ken die pad en ons stry nie weer nie
It’s raining in Houston, my love
– Dit reën in Houston, my liefde
The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
– Die strate is leeg, die bui is reeds verneuk
So why make it worse if you could pull up?
– So hoekom maak dit erger as jy kan trek?
I know you like it toxic, you’re used to it, love
– Ek weet jy hou daarvan giftig, jy is gewoond daaraan, liefde
Rather spend my energy boosting you up
– Spandeer eerder my energie om jou te versterk
Gassing you up, these American guys
– Vergassing jy, Hierdie Amerikaanse ouens
Are something different, they just talk looser than us
– Is iets anders, hulle praat net losser as ons
You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
– Jy sê ek praat behoorlik, dit pas my, my liefde
All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
– Al hierdie tafels, hutte, jy wil waterpyp, my liefde
I’m pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
– Ek trek snare, kak kan akoesties word, my liefde
Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
– Hoekkajuit en pynappelsap in jou beker
Blicky on us these days, it’s a glue stick, my love
– Blicky op ons deesdae, dit is’n gom stok, my liefde
I know you always say it’s just music, my love
– Ek weet jy sê altyd dis net musiek, my liefde
But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
– Maar hierdie ouens sou sterf om te sien hoe ek verloor, my liefde
The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
– Die haat van hierdie jaar alleen is verwarrend, my liefde
I can’t see things getting much smoother, my love
– Ek kan nie sien dinge raak baie gladder, my liefde
