DRILLIN’ Lyrics – BH Lolo
Singer: BH Lolo
Title: DRILLIN’
Hey, brr, bow
Lil b#tch, uh
Uh, hey, hey hey hey
Me and my brothers show no love
Non sappiamo cosa è l’amore
Non dividi un blood
Coi sogni sopra il block notes
I tuoi soldi finti i teech grigi
Sanno che in strada tu non resisti (No)
Parli dei cani ma non fate drillin’
Do it for my gang gang, for my b#tches
Uh, No Joke No Kizzy
Parli male con i tuoi amici (Hey hey hey)
Parli male ma non drilli
Canti e basta come i grilli (Hey Hey Hey)
La morte in faccia la ho vista
E mi ha dato solo odio
Parli frate su insta
Ti becco dal vivo
E non parli più di tanto (Non Parli)
Perché non hai niente da dire
Non hai tempo di riuscire
Sto sollevando mio business
b#tch #ss, big blunt, b#tch #ss
Big flame, b#tch #ss
Hey, for my gang for my b#tches
Passo al centro su due b#tches
Le tue minacce toccano meno di –
Dice scappa dagli sbirri
Lo becco da solo e infama gli amici
E infama gli amici
Il coraggio di chiamarli fratelli
Rimango con gli stessi
Non puoi parlarmi con la permanente
Si continua a dirmi che son grasso
Poi quando ti becco fra senza la gente
Ti vado a parlare e mi succhi il cazzo
Uh, uh (b#tch!)
p#ss#, uh
Me and my brothers show no love
Non sappiamo cosa è l’amore
Non dividi un blood
Coi sogni sopra il block notes
I tuoi soldi finti i teech grigi
Sanno che in strada tu non resisti
Parli dei cani ma non fate drillin’
Do it for my gang gang, for my b#tches
Buchi nei boxer, li giravo due o tre volte
Per non sentire l’odore, parli e non sai le mie cose
Le nocche rotte, camminavo sotto al sole
Pensando a come riempire quelle borse
Ogni ricordo, nella testa ogni ricordo
Mi sale il vuoto, ti ho visto in ospedale quasi morto
Ti sono stato affianco, la differenza tra me e te
É che io non ho mai sputato, nel piatto in cui ho mangiato
Ti ho detto che non puoi parlare
I miei negri san quel che devono fare
Due anni che mi devi picchiare
Non ho visto una delle tue manate (uh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Non ho visto una delle tue manate
Resto uguale
Per la mia gang resto uguale
E non riesco a dire cazzate
Non cambio per due puttane (no-no-no-no)
Resto uguale
Per la mia gang resto uguale
No, non riesco a dire cazzate
Non cambio per due puttane (paow-paow-paow-paow)
(me-me-me-me) Me and my brothers show no love
Non sappiamo cosa è l’amore
Non dividi un blood
Coi sogni sopra il block notes
I tuoi soldi finti i teech grigi
Sanno che in strada tu non resisti
Parli dei cani ma non fate drillin’
Do it for my gang gang, for my b#tches
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DRILLIN’ – English Translation
Hey, Brr, Bow
Lil b#tch, Uh
Uh, hey, hey hey hey
ME AND MY BROTHERS SHOW NO LOVE
We don’t know what love is
Don’t split a blood
With dreams over the Notes Block Notes
Your fake money the gray tees
They know that in the street you do not resist (no)
Talk about dogs but don’t do drillin ‘
Do it for my gang gang, for my b#tches
Uh, no joke no kizzy
Speak out with your friends (Hey Hey Hey)
You speak badly but don’t drill
Sing and just like the crickets (Hey Hey Hey)
Death in the face I saw it
And she only gave me hate
Talk to Frate on Insta
I bent live
And don’t talk much about it (you don’t talk)
Because you have nothing to say
You don’t have time to succeed
I’m lifting my business
b#tch #ss, Big Blunt, b#tch #ss
Big Flame, b#tch #ss
Hey, For My Gang For My b#tches
Step to the center on two b#tches
Your threats touch less than –
He says escaped from the cops
The beak alone and infam the friends
And infama friends
The courage to call them brothers
I remain with the same
You can’t talk to me with the permanent
You continue to tell me that I’m fat
Then when I get between them without people
I’m going to talk and juice my c#ck
Uh, uh (b#tch!)
p#ss#, uh
ME AND MY BROTHERS SHOW NO LOVE
We don’t know what love is
Don’t split a blood
With dreams over the Notes Block Notes
Your fake money the gray tees
They know that in the street you do not resist
Talk about dogs but don’t do drillin ‘
Do it for my gang gang, for my b#tches
Holes in the boxers, turned them two or three times
To not smell, you talk and you don’t know my things
The broken knuckles, I walked under the sun
Thinking about how to fill those bags
Every memory, in the head every memory
I get the void, I saw you in the hospital almost dead
I was next to you, the difference between me and you
Is that I never spit, in the dish I ate
I told you you can’t talk
My n#gg#rs san what they have to do
Two years you have to beat me
I have not seen one of your Manate (uh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I didn’t see one of your Manate
The same
For my gang I am equal
And I can’t say b#llsh#t
I do not change for two wh#res (no-no-no-no)
The same
For my gang I am equal
No, I can’t say b#llsh#t
I don’t change for two wh#res (Paow-Paow-Paow-Paow)
(ME-ME-ME-ME) ME AND MY BROTHERS SHOW NO LOVE
We don’t know what love is
Don’t split a blood
With dreams over the Notes Block Notes
Your fake money the gray tees
They know that in the street you do not resist
Talk about dogs but don’t do drillin ‘
Do it for my gang gang, for my b#tches
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Lyrics BH Lolo – DRILLIN’
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