No Hook English translation
von t-low
No Hook Lyrics Übersetzung
(Train, you bussin' that bitch)
I don't rap no fake shit, nah
Baby, I got lean 'cause addiction is real for me, yeah
Yeah, I sip, yeah
Not because I want to, but because I feel so bad otherwise, damn
She wants to live my life, no
You wouldn't survive my life for a single day, baby, because
I'm on hard stuff, carrying a heavy burden on my shoulder
Lost bros to drugs, bitch, I know what coke does to you
Woah, yeah, they laughed, yeah
Now they see me at number one with a Rolex on my arm
Yeah, said and done
I just wanted to be a rapper, accidentally became the best in the country, yeah
Hand on my dick
I stay the same, no matter if every bitch dances for me
I'll continue hanging with the junkies, bitch, roll two, three blunts
And t-low and Spotify playlists now go hand in hand
Making millions with my voice, bitch, completely relaxed
Staying with my bros until the day we can't stand anymore (Yeah)
Can't stand anymore, yeah
She knows it's not good for her, but she can't resist Thilo, yeah
Prada bag and the jacket cost two racks
I'm high now and not just a little, bitch
Baby bottle full of not just one opiate, this isn't youthful recklessness
This is what gets me the highest, shit, yeah
I'm rich now, yeah
Rich in bros, rich in memories (what?)
It was clear to me from the beginning that I had to win (eh)
I'm giving away milligrams, exactly, come on, baby, take a sip (come on)
Real lean, no fake shit (all real), yeah
Real G's, because all my friends are real (all real)
I really have the things that rappers talk about, yeah
Don't mess with my cup, that'll end badly Deadly then (Rest in Peace)
All the rappers drink lean, but nobody ever shows the dark side
You're all fake-ass (bitches)
I earned what I have, believe me, nobody can touch me (only the bros)
Brother, we made it, yeah
Right hand on the joint and the left one, it's scratching (what?)
40 in the mix, I have too much in my cup (too much)
I really made everything come true (everything)
That I'm high again, I didn't just say that for fun, bitch (no joke)
No, that wasn't a joke, that was all serious
I'm still the same one you knew from back then
I still don't give a fuck, she still wants my dick
I still haven't figured out why you write that in a text when your real life isn't like that?
I got the bitch on go, the brothers stand behind me
I want a few million in cash, she's not taking the pill
I actually want to be sober, but I take a pill with my plug
And I smoke and I dip, maybe I'll get knocked out today
He wanted a feature, for free, but he got blocked immediately
And she thinks she's in love, but I locked my heart
I smoke Gelato, bitch, a lot of spliffs, oh my God
Styrofoam cup, 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 hustling, I'll never stop playing
I never wanted to be like you, I just want a few hundred thousand
I don't rap no fake shit, nah
Baby, I got lean 'cause addiction is real for me, yeah
Yeah, I sip, yeah
Not because I want to, but because I feel so bad otherwise, damn
She wants to live my life, no
You wouldn't survive my life for a single day, baby, because
I'm on hard stuff, carrying a heavy burden on my shoulder
Lost bros to drugs, bitch, I know what coke does to you
Woah, yeah, they laughed, yeah
Now they see me at number one with a Rolex on my arm
Yeah, said and done
I just wanted to be a rapper, accidentally became the best in the country, yeah
Hand on my dick
I stay the same, no matter if every bitch dances for me
I'll continue hanging with the junkies, bitch, roll two, three blunts
And t-low and Spotify playlists now go hand in hand
Making millions with my voice, bitch, completely relaxed
Staying with my bros until the day we can't stand anymore (Yeah)
Can't stand anymore, yeah
She knows it's not good for her, but she can't resist Thilo, yeah
Prada bag and the jacket cost two racks
I'm high now and not just a little, bitch
Baby bottle full of not just one opiate, this isn't youthful recklessness
This is what gets me the highest, shit, yeah
I'm rich now, yeah
Rich in bros, rich in memories (what?)
It was clear to me from the beginning that I had to win (eh)
I'm giving away milligrams, exactly, come on, baby, take a sip (come on)
Real lean, no fake shit (all real), yeah
Real G's, because all my friends are real (all real)
I really have the things that rappers talk about, yeah
Don't mess with my cup, that'll end badly Deadly then (Rest in Peace)
All the rappers drink lean, but nobody ever shows the dark side
You're all fake-ass (bitches)
I earned what I have, believe me, nobody can touch me (only the bros)
Brother, we made it, yeah
Right hand on the joint and the left one, it's scratching (what?)
40 in the mix, I have too much in my cup (too much)
I really made everything come true (everything)
That I'm high again, I didn't just say that for fun, bitch (no joke)
No, that wasn't a joke, that was all serious
I'm still the same one you knew from back then
I still don't give a fuck, she still wants my dick
I still haven't figured out why you write that in a text when your real life isn't like that?
I got the bitch on go, the brothers stand behind me
I want a few million in cash, she's not taking the pill
I actually want to be sober, but I take a pill with my plug
And I smoke and I dip, maybe I'll get knocked out today
He wanted a feature, for free, but he got blocked immediately
And she thinks she's in love, but I locked my heart
I smoke Gelato, bitch, a lot of spliffs, oh my God
Styrofoam cup, 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 hustling, I'll never stop playing
I never wanted to be like you, I just want a few hundred thousand
Writer(s): Thilo Panje, Tapekid, Moritz Schmuck, Justin Schreier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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