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Alright, man
– Licuit, hominis
This what we gon’ do
– Hoc enim quod ‘ facere
If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H’s up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
– Si amorem obtinuit, h-oppidum, pone deuces sursum, pone H sursum uno tempore fratri meo, DJ Stupra
Ayy
– Et
Put your H’s up now
– Pone H sursum nunc
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
– Ha ha ha.
Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
– Potesne facere aliquid faciei meae, medice, cedo? Yeah
Friday night, I’m out with the guys
– Veneris nocte, cum guys sum
You already called me five times
– Iam quinquies me vocasti
Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
– Potiones fluunt, apprehensa mea vibe
Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
– Blue bullae flatu aciem meam
You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
– Vos got amicis quoque nemo indicavit tibi manere intus, vade vive vitam tuam
Your life
– Vitam tuam
Textin’ me, “Don’t bother comin’ home,” as if the crib ain’t mine
– Textin ‘ me, “non molestum comin’ domum, ” sicut praesepe meum non est
What’s on your mind? (Your mind) Your mind
– Quid de mente tua? (Animum tuum) mentem Tuam
Wait on you to sober up the next day ’cause that’s when you realize, talkin’ on some, oh, damn, I am trippin’
– Venerat]: exspectabaris in loco: quid faceres, nesciebas.
Vaping while you’re typin’ on a mission
– Vaping dum tu typin ‘ sobre nosotros misión
Maya Angelou, ’07, shots of ’42, your words are cuttin’ deep, your words are hittin’ different
– Maya Angelou, ’07, ictus’ 42, verba tua sunt cuttin ‘alta, verba tua hittin’ diversa sunt
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
– Tutto diventa vecchio, Forse anch ‘ io
All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
– Tutto diventa vecchio, Forse anch ‘ io
Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)
– 85suspiciam, expellam ius praeteritum A & amp; M (Praeteritum A& M)
It’s rainin’ in Houston, we’re not arguing again
– Pluviam pro carcere, non arguo
All this time you’ve been around me
– Omnes hoc tempore circa me fuisti
You don’t spend a penny ’round me
– Et non apparebit circa illam omnino in perpetuo.
Friends are extra friendly ’round me
– Amicae sunt extra amicum ‘ circum me
If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah
– Si me amas, ego possum, quid ais? Ha Ha Ha.
Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
– Potesne facere aliquid faciei meae, medice, cedo? Yeah
Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M
– Ayy, salit super 85, ita praeteritum a & Amp; M
Straight into Houston, we’re not arguing again
– In Domo sua, et non discedimus a te
Hop on 85, way past A&M
– 85 est, ut a & amp; M
Girl, you know the way and we’re not arguing again
– Puella, scis viam et iterum non disputamus
It’s raining in Houston, my love
– Più non attendo Il tuo Soccorso, amore
The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
– La mer est vide modus iam eruditionis habes
So why make it worse if you could pull up?
– Cur igitur deterius fac si evellere posses?
I know you like it toxic, you’re used to it, love
– Scio tibi placet toxicus, vos erant ‘ solebat, amare
Rather spend my energy boosting you up
– Potius habe industriam meam boosting te
Gassing you up, these American guys
– Vos autem, qui estis, Esse Americani
Are something different, they just talk looser than us
– Aliquid aliud sunt, modo laxiora nobis loquuntur
You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
– Tu dicis propriis loqui, decet me amica mea
All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
– Omnes hae tabulae, tabernacula, vis hookah, amica mea
I’m pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
– Ego trahens chordas, stercore possent porus acusticus meus amor
Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
– Anguli umbraculum et pineapple sucus poculum tuum
Blicky on us these days, it’s a glue stick, my love
– Blicky nobis his diebus, gluten lignum est, amor meus
I know you always say it’s just music, my love
– Scio te semper dicere musicam iustam esse, amorem meum
But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
– Et haec dicens, communione accepta decessit, amica mea
The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
– Odium ab hoc anno solum confundit, amor meus
I can’t see things getting much smoother, my love
– Non possum videre quae questus multo levius, amica mea
