Mais músicas de Gradur
Descrição
Letrista, Intérprete Associado: Gradur
Compositor: Rims
Engenheiro de Gravação: Ilyes Zennache
Letra e tradução
Original
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real, them boys out
Flip Phone Shorty, can you bring the noise down?
Cookie Monster mink, time to get these Chips Ahoy now
Mayweather, then you know it's time to bring them toys out
In that Maybach, I look like Pretty Boy Floyd now
Mansion by the pond, then she twerking by the kois now
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Backed out the coupe (ooh, no, he didn't)
Ten racks on her boobs (ooh, no, he didn't)
Hunnid racks on her glutes (ooh, no, he didn't)
Strapped in the goose (ooh, no, he didn't)
Blast out the roof (ooh, no, he didn't)
Can't nap in the zoo (ooh, no, he didn't)
That is the truth (ooh, no, he didn't)
Had her right in the booth (ooh, no, he didn't)
Dressed in this mill like a shooter
Two Blasian bitches, both Buddhist
Up in Harlem on black Acuza
Step in through the door, hallelujah
Big boss see through the slats
Eyes on my prince, she a mess
Can't keep her hand off my dick
Either it's the chain or what's next?
Pussy good, savory
I'm here because I'm paid to be
I'm from uptown and my blood in the latest
See them alphabet balls
Yeah, they coming A to Z
Trapping out the Ritz-Carlton
Tell them, bring them here to me (hold on)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, that's them boys)
Hold up
Flip Phone Shorty
Big booty and hot dog in this bitch, yeah
We making money
Yeah!
Tradução em português
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real, esses garotos estão fora
Flip Phone Shorty, você pode diminuir o ruído?
Mink Cookie Monster, hora de pegar esses chips Ahoy agora
Mayweather, então você sabe que é hora de trazer os brinquedos para eles
Naquele Maybach, pareço o Pretty Boy Floyd agora
Mansão perto da lagoa, então ela está mexendo nos kois agora
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Deu ré no cupê (ooh, não, ele não fez)
Dez torturas nos peitos dela (ooh, não, ele não fez isso)
Hunnid ataca seus glúteos (ooh, não, ele não fez isso)
Amarrado no ganso (ooh, não, ele não)
Explodir o telhado (ooh, não, ele não fez isso)
Não posso tirar uma soneca no zoológico (ooh, não, ele não tirou)
Essa é a verdade (ooh, não, ele não fez isso)
Ela estava bem na cabine (ooh, não, ele não fez isso)
Vestido neste moinho como um atirador
Duas cadelas Blasianas, ambas budistas
No Harlem em Black Acuza
Entre pela porta, aleluia
Grande chefe vê através das ripas
Olhos no meu príncipe, ela é uma bagunça
Não consigo tirar a mão do meu pau
Ou é a corrente ou o que vem a seguir?
Buceta boa, saborosa
Estou aqui porque sou pago para ser
Eu sou da parte alta da cidade e meu sangue está nas últimas
Veja as bolas do alfabeto
Sim, eles vêm de A a Z
Prendendo o Ritz-Carlton
Diga a eles, traga-os aqui para mim (espere)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Real, real, real, real, real (oh, são eles, garotos)
Espere
Virar telefone baixinho
Big booty e cachorro-quente nessa cadela, sim
Estamos ganhando dinheiro
Sim!