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Lirieke
Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus
– Die niggers het my op die wortelkleurige bus gedruk
El Segundo and Prairie
– El Segundo en Prairie
That’s why I’m paranoid now ’cause niggas weird and really bums
– Dis hoekom ek nou paranoïes is want niggers is vreemd en baie sukkels
Huh
– Huh
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey now, say now, I’m all about my guap)
– Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey nou, sê nou, ek is alles oor my guap)
Okay
– Goed
Hey now, say now, I’m all about them bands
– Hey nou, sê nou, ek is alles oor hulle bands
Shit I’m on, bitch, you wouldn’t understand
– Shit ek is op, teef, jy sou nie verstaan
Hey now, say now, I’m all about my guap
– Hey nou, sê nou, ek is alles oor my guap
AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch
– Ap, Richie, hmm, nie op my horlosie nie
‘Cause brodie said don’t even press the issue
– Want brodie het gesê moenie eers die kwessie druk nie
Yellow boogers in my ear lobe, I need a tissue
– Geel boogers in my oorlappie, ek het’n sneesdoekie nodig
Oh my God, I’m really that guy, huh
– O My God, ek is regtig daardie man, huh
Yeah, bitch, I’m outside (Grr)
– Ja, teef, ek is buite (Grr)
LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (Huh)
– LaFerrari knal op die 40 met die 5 (Huh)
One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million
– Een kaartjie, twee kaartjie, drie kaartjie, vier miljoen
Put that lil’ Maybach truck in the garage, huh
– Sit daardie lil’Maybach vragmotor in die motorhuis, huh
Lil’ Bunny Hop out, you seen me at The Pop Out
– Lil’Bunny Hop out, jy het my by Die Pop Out gesien
Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out
– Pandemonium skree soos Hulle Pac uit gebring het
Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback
– Stop dit met die geselsie, ons lug die terugslag
Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Huh)
– Groot stoet energie die manier waarop ek my lek terug kry, huh (Huh)
Hey now, say now, I’m all about them bands
– Hey nou, sê nou, ek is alles oor hulle bands
Shit I’m on, bitch, you wouldn’t understand (Huh)
– Shit ek is op, teef, jy sou nie verstaan nie (Huh)
I’m the suspect, baby, I don’t play victim
– Ek is die verdagte, baba, ek speel nie slagoffer nie
I’ll buy that nigga building just to evict him
– Ek sal daardie nigga gebou koop net om hom uit te sit
What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures
– Hoe betaal Coachella? Dit was agt syfers
Why don’t I fuck with them guys? ‘Cause I hate niggas
– Hoekom sukkel ek nie met hulle nie? Want ek haat niggers
Oh (Oh) my (My) God (God), I’m (I’m) really (Really) that (That) guy, huh
– O (O) My (My) God (God), ek is (ek is) regtig (Regtig) daardie (Daardie) man, huh
I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now)
– Ek het My Chuck Taylors aan, maar hulle lyk soos loafers (Hey nou)
I ain’t sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?
– Ek sit nie saam met julle niggers, fuck ek lyk soos, oprah?
Rather put ’em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now)
– Eerder sit hulle in die grond, julle niggers lyk soos gophers (Hey nou)
Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh
– Oop deure vir my niggers, teef, ek lyk soos chauffeur, huh
RIP The Ruler, keep it sewer
– RIP DIE Liniaal, hou dit riool
Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah)
– Stapel die gouda, mind ya besigheid, eet die cooter (Ja)
Oh my God, I’m really that— (Man, turn this shit the fuck up)
– O My God, ek is regtig dat- (Man, draai hierdie kak die fuck up)
I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams
– Ek was In Westchester om al die groot strale te ontduik
Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice cream
– Gardena ruil ontmoet, inkopies vals roomys
I’m a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby
– Ek is’n Hawthorne baba, kak is nie warm nie, baba
Four or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby
– Vier of vyf hoof tewe, ek is nie joune nie, baby
All these women is a habit
– Al hierdie vroue is’n gewoonte
Boyfriends mad ’cause they thought I was a f— (Hey now)
– Boyfriends mad want hulle het gedink ek is’n f – (Hey nou)
Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun
– Hey nou, sê nou, word taai soos’n hun bun
You will never be the main guy, you’re a plus one
– Jy sal nooit die hoofman wees nie, jy is’n plus een
300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)
– 300K in vier dae, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)
Twelve days gold, I ain’t even drop deluxe one (Ugh)
– Twaalf dae goud, ek is nie eens drop deluxe een (Ugh)
Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage (Bink, bink, bink, bink)
– Verkoop’n miljoen kaartjies eerste dag vir daardie nuwe stadium (Bink, bink, bink, bink)
Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh)
– Wil jy rook? Ons kan puff een (Ugh)
One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips
– Een sweep, twee swepe, swart teef, blou strepe
Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit
– Groen gesig Grinch, Tyler op Sy Dr. Seuss kak
True shit, I can put a number where your roof is
– Ware kak, ek kan’n nommer plaas waar jou dak is
Paranoid ’cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips
– Paranoïes veroorsaak niggas beesvleis gordyne, hulle het los lippe
Oh my God (Oh my God), I’m really that guy
– O My God (O My God), ek is regtig daardie man
Hand claps? Congrats? Never said to me
– Hande klap? Geluk? Het nooit vir my gesê nie
Put him on a Pro Club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga)
– Sit hom Op’n Pro-Klub, daardie nigga dood vir my (Verloor my nommer, nigga)
Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit
– Stop met die vals kak, stop met die vals kak
Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)
– Stop met die vals kak, stop net met die vals kak (Vals kak)
Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best
– Le FLEUR* het my in my beste pas
If you got a problem with me, nigga, get it off your chest (Woo)
– As jy’n probleem met my het, nigga, kry dit van jou bors af (Woo)
Nigga, what?
– Nigga, wat?
(Huh, huh, ooh)
– (Huh, huh, ooh)
Get it off your chest (Huh)
– Kry dit van jou bors af (Huh)
Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)
– Haal dit van jou bors af (Huh, huh, ooh)
I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)
– Ek is nie’n taai man nie, nigga, kry dit van jou bors af (Huh, huh, huh)
I’m the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh (Huh, huh, huh)
– Ek is die tipe om op haar te borsel en dit net van haar bors af te lek, nigga, uh (Huh, huh, huh)
I’m a freak, I don’t beef (Huh, huh)
– Ek is’n freak, ek beef nie (Huh, huh)
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, bitch, it’s T (Huh, huh)
– Dit is’n voël ,dit is’n vliegtuig, teef, Dit Is T (Huh, huh)
Cuttin’ niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it
– Sny nigga’s af, wil jy die tou hê? Aight, kom, kry dit
You don’t love me, you love the optics that come with it
– Jy is nie lief vir my nie, jy is lief vir die optika wat daarmee gepaard gaan
Uh, uh, bitch
– Uh, uh, teef
CHROMAKOPIA now
– CHROMAKOPIA nou
Worry ’bout tomorrow
– Bekommernis oor môre
