Текст песни: Nineteen + перевод

It’s Nicky

The Jeff Dahm' of my city

I’ll eat your fucking kidney

Then get right back to my jiggy, bitch

My bank so fucking piggy

Ain’t that a fucking pity?

Type to walk right up to Diddy

Say I’ll shit on fucking Biggie, bitch

I’m so notorious

Just have faith, baby

And take your time

We can be victorious

Say you want a bad boy

So now you’re mine

Boss up with your time, dog

Cause I’m taking my time off

Where the fuck do my time go?

Had the coach scream timeout

I just needed a break from this

But you know a nigga runs back

Hope you little niggas take from this

Before Nicky come back

Wanna be me

That’s part of your pain

Stewardess calling

Please pardon my plane

Ja Ruling hoes

Irv Gotti your dame

Better watch your mouth

Before I body your lane

Niggas fucking my ex-bitches

Well I’m fucking too

Better not fuck to that radio

Cause I’ll come on

Now who the fuck is you?

I had Jazzmine and then Jasmine

She lied and say I ain’t have it

Nakita and then Laresa

Then Jeremiah tagged it

We plastered it with the plastic

He passed it faster than alleys

He brought it down the court

And I dunked it right in the basket, I mean

And then Breanna Jones

Then jump off Samantha

Went from cheerleading my balls

To these boys getting them tatted

And Kandise

Who gave the best head I fucking had in a minute

I meant it you fucking young, but on a tandem

Right back to Shanti

Oh Shanti, I loved you

Remember my name

Remember my love, baby

Remember my chain

Remember my sex

Remember that well

No grudges or nothing

Baby, I’ll see you in hell

Malcom, KB, fuck them

Not gay but I’ll fuck them

Drop them in that Frank Ocean

Lance Bass sunk with them

Little ol' me mentioned Marque

Kim, Ama, D. R

Little ol' bitch that I fucked with G

Can’t remember her name

But the pussy stinked, on God

And then there was about like three Kristen’s

A Christina

A Cecilia, what up

And a Joseph

I’m just playing

Fuck the label, I’ll get the dough

Won’t pay a nigga, that’s good to know

Cause all I need is Sho to get on that Suge shit

And I’m good to go

Won’t hit your chick

But she stripped the clothes

Not interested, told Sixty stroke

They boogied some, didn’t pick the nose

So don’t fuck my bitch, cause I’ll hit the hoe

And I like your momma say I said hello

I’ll 69 on five, that’s 64

Lola, cause I’m trying to fuck forever like

I’ll be true to you

Is it real with me?

Am I getting through to you, Lola?

Next…

Since 16 years old

I ain’t had to touch a fucking drug, boy

Had to hit my twenties

Like I punched a fucking dub, boy

Four hoes in one day

And I ain’t even use a glove, boy

I just fucking bathe

And pray that God is in this Dove, uh

How it feel knowing your bitch is in the suds, boy?

Keep it gravy

Lady Marmalade up in this tub, boy

Probably hate it, say it

I won’t waste this fucking slug, boy

Cause play that and play with me

I’ma find out who you love, boy

In my best Lil' Wayne impression, uh…

I got chrome on this Bugatti

I’m strong in this Bugatti

Two V8's

Ain’t no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti

Bitch I’m bad, I’m worse

I pass the purp

Don’t fuck with me

Cause right now I’m higher than Cap—

Spock, bitch

Cause I’ll pop, bitch

Carter who?

I’m Pac, bitch

These niggas hot cause their bitch adore me

Got to swear to God I ain’t knock bitch

Like bras ripped, my top’s missing

My top slit like goth wrists

My Hyundai just entrée

I’ll pop Chris like parks switched, damn

I said I’ll pop Chris like parks switched

So stand back

This skinny nigga got this

Fucking haters mad cause they not this

It’s XCI till we senile like the fucking Loch Ness

Get it?

I’m getting so paid

I ain’t touch no work since I was 16

Apologize if I try to buy anything I don’t need

Like what’s up with you four bitches?

We can all have a ball, believe me

And what’s up with these old niggas?

And why they think that I’ll fall so easy, bitch?

I know you want to be

You got to be

You trying to be rich

You see me going God

And you staring hard

But please hop off of my dick

Looking at my angels hovering my last supper

You washing my dish, Lord…

B-Boyz right on you, bitch

It’s TDE

YMCMB business, bitch

Who would’ve thought

I’d be caught in this life?

Let’s celebrate with a toast

And get lost in tonight

And make it all—

Mixed by Brian

Drummed by Conan

Perry Donta’e keep it going

Got that juice but hold the pulp

In suit and tie

But tie with no one

Tie your phone

Untie your sew-in

Try your hoe

Both times I’m chosen

Lord, I got that Justin Bieber

One Direction, Edward Cullen

Pop that pussy

Bust it open

Drop that top

That pussy socking

Out here balling

Out here Rose-ing

Out here Bron-ing

Out here Kob-ing, bitch

I told you ain’t no sleeping

You won’t see me fucking dozing

Fuck you know?

It’s XCI till they close our mouths

And hold our noses, blood

Fuck, I got what you want

You can let that hair down

Put them bags in the trunk

Baby, hit me when your shift done

I’ll be right there

Man, they got you going ghost on me

That end right here

So don’t leave this fucking line dry

When you know I’m trying to hear from you

Girl, you got that grown-man-cry

But know I can’t drop a tear for you, no

Who you want?

Still on that nigga, huh?

We can make millions

You might regret me

Cause you won’t forget me