L$d TRADUÇÃO - Luclover (Impressão)

L$d

Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up

And she look bad in the Maybach truck

Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up

LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue

Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss

Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must

Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much

Gotta couple back home, and they picking up dust

(Woah, woah, woah)

Whole lotta racks in the bust down

Went and copped ten, then I went and got

Psh, I'm up

Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, wanna eat me up

Back of the 'Bach, she a slut

Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (woah)

Said she want love, but this bitch want lust (woah)

Kam came home, caught a body

Then he went got his hit money, went and got rich like us (uh)

Damn

I be lookin like: Damn, what the fuck?

We pull up in that i8, that Roadster, that Cullinan

We gon' pop out in a truck (woah, woah)

Blue tint windows, I'm fuckin' it up

Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up

He had made lotta money, then spent it on jewelry

Now that lil' boy outta luck

We gon' put that lil' boy in a hearse

It's like twenty-five racks for a verse

Shit like twenty-five racks for her purse

Pull out twenty-five racks, I'ma splurge

Bitch it's me, give a fuck what you heard (woah)

All this money coming, it can't hurt (woah)

Like it's London, no Tipton

I'm just Scottie Pippen

I fuck 'round and pop me a Perc' (oh, woah)

Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up

And she look bad in the Maybach truck

Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up

LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue

Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss

Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must

Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much

Gotta couple back home, and they picking up dust

(Woah, woah, woah)

Whole lotta racks in the bust down

Went and copped ten, then I went and got

Psh, I'm up

Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, wanna eat me up

Back of the 'Bach, she a slut

Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (ooh)

Said she want love, but this bitch want lust (woah)

Kam came home, caught a body

Then he went got his hit money, went and got rich like us

L$d

Copo duplo, isopor, enche aí

E ela tá linda na caminhonete Maybach

Bumbum empinado custa dez, levanta aí

LSD na língua, coisa pegajosa

Vinte e cinco mil, é, a gente cobra pelo Tuss

Cinco por cento de película no vidro, é essencial

Audemar Piguet no meu pulso, não é muito

Tenho algumas em casa, e elas estão pegando poeira

(Uau, uau, uau)

Muita grana na quebrada

Fui e comprei dez, depois fui e peguei

Psh, tô por cima

Uma garota safada voltou pra casa, quer me devorar

Atrás do 'Bach, ela é uma vagabunda

Pontos em nós, não estão enferrujando (uau)

Disse que quer amor, mas essa garota quer só sexo (uau)

Kam voltou pra casa, pegou alguém

Depois foi pegar a grana do trampo, ficou rico como a gente (uh)

Caraca

Eu fico pensando: Caraca, que porra é essa?

A gente chega no i8, no Roadster, no Cullinan

Vamos aparecer numa caminhonete (uau, uau)

Vidros com película azul, tô detonando

Arma comigo, tô estourando

Ele fez muita grana, depois gastou em joias

Agora aquele garoto tá sem sorte

Vamos colocar aquele garoto no caixão

É tipo vinte e cinco mil por um verso

Coisa de vinte e cinco mil pela bolsa dela

Tiro vinte e cinco mil, vou gastar

Sou eu, não ligo pro que você ouviu (uau)

Toda essa grana chegando, não pode fazer mal (uau)

Como se fosse Londres, sem Tipton

Eu sou só o Scottie Pippen

Eu acabo pegando um Perc' (oh, uau)