No Hook English translation
von t-low feat. LEXIKA & FUNERAL FANTASIES
No Hook Lyrics Übersetzung
(Train, you bussin' that bitch)
I don't rap fake shit, nah
Baby, I'm lean, because addiction is real for me, yeah
Yeah, I sip, yeah
Not because I want to, but because otherwise I feel so bad, damn
She wants to live my life, no
You wouldn't survive my life for a day, baby, because
I'm into hard stuff, I carry a burden on my shoulder
Bres lost to drugs, bitch, I know what Coke does to you
Woah, yeah, they laughed, yeah
Now they see me on number one with a roll on my arm
Yes, said and done
I just wanted to be a rapper, accidentally became the best in the country, yeah
Hand on my dick
I'll stay the same, no matter if every bitch dances for me
I'll stay with the junkies, bitch, roll two, three Blunts
And t-low and Spotify playlists go hand in hand now
Make millions with my voice, bitch, take it easy
Stay with Bres until the day we're no longer standing (yes)
No longer standing, yes
She knows it's not good for her, but she can't resist Thilo, yes
Prada bag and the jacket costs two racks
I'm high now and not right away, bitch
Baby bottle full of more than one opiate, that's not youthful recklessness
That's what makes me the most high, shit, yes
I'm rich now, yes
Rich in Bres, rich in memories (what?)
It was clear to me from the start that I had to win (eh)
I'm giving milligrams, exactly, come on, baby, take a sip (come on)
Real Lean, no fake shit (everything's real), yes
Real G's, because my friends are all real (all real)
I really have the things that rappers talk about, yeah
Don't touch my cup, it ends fatally (Rest in Peace)
Rappers all drink Lean, but no one ever shows their dark side
You're all fake-ass (bitches)
I earned what I have, believe me, nobody can hold a candle to me (only the Bres)
Brother, we made it, yeah
Right hand the jibbit and the left, it scratches (what?)
40 in the mix, I've got too much in my cup (too much)
I really made everything true (everything)
I didn't just say I'm high again as a joke, bitch (no joke)
No, that wasn't a joke, that was all serious
I'm still the same person you knew from back then
I still don't give a fuck, she still wants my dick
I still don't get it, why are you writing that in a Text, if your real life isn't like that?
I've got the bitch on go, the brothers are behind me
I want a few million in paper, she doesn't take the pill
I actually want to be sober, but I'm taking my plug and a pill with me
And I smoke and I dip, maybe I'll go knock today
He wanted a feature that was for free, but he was blocked straight away
And she thinks she's in love, but I lured my heart
I smoke gelato, bitch, lots of spliffs, oh my God
Styrofoam my cup, my eyes red, I think I'm a demon
My brothers are all real, that's why our season is coming now
I'll never stop coughing, I'll never stop playing
I never wanted to be like you, I just want a few hundred grand
I don't rap fake shit, nah
Baby, I'm lean, because addiction is real for me, yeah
Yeah, I sip, yeah
Not because I want to, but because otherwise I feel so bad, damn
She wants to live my life, no
You wouldn't survive my life for a day, baby, because
I'm into hard stuff, I carry a burden on my shoulder
Bres lost to drugs, bitch, I know what Coke does to you
Woah, yeah, they laughed, yeah
Now they see me on number one with a roll on my arm
Yes, said and done
I just wanted to be a rapper, accidentally became the best in the country, yeah
Hand on my dick
I'll stay the same, no matter if every bitch dances for me
I'll stay with the junkies, bitch, roll two, three Blunts
And t-low and Spotify playlists go hand in hand now
Make millions with my voice, bitch, take it easy
Stay with Bres until the day we're no longer standing (yes)
No longer standing, yes
She knows it's not good for her, but she can't resist Thilo, yes
Prada bag and the jacket costs two racks
I'm high now and not right away, bitch
Baby bottle full of more than one opiate, that's not youthful recklessness
That's what makes me the most high, shit, yes
I'm rich now, yes
Rich in Bres, rich in memories (what?)
It was clear to me from the start that I had to win (eh)
I'm giving milligrams, exactly, come on, baby, take a sip (come on)
Real Lean, no fake shit (everything's real), yes
Real G's, because my friends are all real (all real)
I really have the things that rappers talk about, yeah
Don't touch my cup, it ends fatally (Rest in Peace)
Rappers all drink Lean, but no one ever shows their dark side
You're all fake-ass (bitches)
I earned what I have, believe me, nobody can hold a candle to me (only the Bres)
Brother, we made it, yeah
Right hand the jibbit and the left, it scratches (what?)
40 in the mix, I've got too much in my cup (too much)
I really made everything true (everything)
I didn't just say I'm high again as a joke, bitch (no joke)
No, that wasn't a joke, that was all serious
I'm still the same person you knew from back then
I still don't give a fuck, she still wants my dick
I still don't get it, why are you writing that in a Text, if your real life isn't like that?
I've got the bitch on go, the brothers are behind me
I want a few million in paper, she doesn't take the pill
I actually want to be sober, but I'm taking my plug and a pill with me
And I smoke and I dip, maybe I'll go knock today
He wanted a feature that was for free, but he was blocked straight away
And she thinks she's in love, but I lured my heart
I smoke gelato, bitch, lots of spliffs, oh my God
Styrofoam my cup, my eyes red, I think I'm a demon
My brothers are all real, that's why our season is coming now
I'll never stop coughing, I'll never stop playing
I never wanted to be like you, I just want a few hundred grand
Writer(s): Thilo Panje, Tapekid, Moritz Schmuck, Justin Schreier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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