Week Ago Lyrics – Fatah & Bobby Shmurda
Singer: Fatah & Bobby Shmurda
Title: Week Ago
Shmurda gang, f#ck the fame (MB)
Already booked to Amsterdam
Fatah, what’s up, baby? (Fatah)
Let’s get money (Ey)
Dit is geen geluk, broeder, dit zijn risico’s
Alles loopt dat maakt ons doekoe als ik niet verkoop (Yeah)
f#ck de fame, nog steeds, hou m’n principes hoog (Huh?)
Ik pak m’n cake deze week and a week ago
And a week ago (And a week ago)
Ik pak m’n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago, yeah, yeah)
And a week ago
Ik pak m’n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago)
Ik praat alleen als ik m’n stem op beats verkoop
Die boeking waarin ik opwacht, wij niet voor shows
Risico’s met alles wat ik zie op ogen
Ik hoef niet te spreken want ik lees je als psycholoog
Coulda headshot it, but I’ma leave it, though (I’ma leave it, though)
This p#ss# n#gg# lucky he still breathin’, yo’
My n#gg# Fatah on the run, but we ain’t speedin’, though
I put a hundred on their head, but I ain’t speakin’, though
They caught my n#gg# 〈.?.〉 like he ain’t sleep alone
And now I gotta call my pastor every weekend, ho
I’m tryna make a difference (Difference), but that’s to leave a ho
Eatin’ hoes, they be on my dick, but I can’t keep a ho
Geen video, wij zijn hier op dough als ik op streets verkoop
M’n bradda stuurt die tas of systeem en het komt niet op brood
Risico en op straat, hou al opties
Vraag je 〈.?.〉 (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, b#tch, I’m back with killers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the blackest n#gg#
The maddest n#gg#, clappin’ n#gg#s, out here snatchin’ figures
Was trappin’, n#gg#, ‘member days I had a snatch a n#gg#, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now the stash got bigger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel crashy, n#gg#
Back was happenin’, n#gg#, when I was twelve, I tried to clap a n#gg#
Now I laugh at n#gg#s that be hollerin’ ’bout they packin’, n#gg#
Yeah, strap with n#gg#s in the club, but you actin’ n#gg#s
I’m quick to hit a n#gg# up, but you savage, n#gg#
Oh, you rappin’ n#gg#s out here talkin’ ’bout you clappin’ n#gg#s
〈.?.〉 just grab you up and we gon’ see a bunch of rattin’ n#gg#s
Dit is geen geluk, broeder, dit zijn risico’s
Alles loopt dat maakt ons doekoe als ik niet verkoop (Yeah)
f#ck de fame, nog steeds, hou m’n principes hoog (Huh?)
Ik pak m’n cake deze week and a week ago
And a week ago (And a week ago)
Ik pak m’n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago, yeah, yeah)
And a week ago
Ik pak m’n cake deze week and a week ago (A week ago)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (And a week ago)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My n#gg# Fatah on the run, but we ain’t speedin’, though
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Week Ago – English Translation
Shmurda Gang, f#ck the Fame (MB)
Already Booked to Amsterdam
Fatah, what’s up, baby? (Fatah)
Let’s Get Money (EY)
This is not lucky, brother, these are risks
Everything runs that makes our Doekoe if I don’t sell (yeah)
f#ck the fame, still, keep my principles high (huh?)
I grab my cake this week and a week ago
And a week ago (and a week ago)
I grab my cake this week and a week ago (a week ago, yeah, yeah)
And a week ago
I grab my cake this week and a week ago (a week ago)
I only talk if I sell my voice for Beats
That booking in which I am waiting, we not for shows
Risks with everything I see on eyes
I don’t have to speak because I read you as a psychologist
Coulda Headshot It, But I’ma Leave It, Thought (I’m Leave It, Thought)
This p#ss# n#gg# Lucky He Still Breathin ‘, Yo’
My n#gg# Fatah On The Run, But We Ain’t Speedin ‘, Thought
I PUT A Hundred Head, But I Ain’t Speakin ‘, Thought
They CAUGHT My n#gg# 〈.〉 Like He Ain’t Sleep Alone
And now i gotta call my pastor every weekend, ho
I’m Tryna Make a Difference (Difference), But that’s to leave a ho
Eatin ‘Hoes, they be on my dick, but I can’t keep a ho
Not a video, we are here on Dough when I am on Streets
My Bradda sends that bag or system and it doesn’t come to bread
Risk and on the street, keep options
Ask you 〈.?.〉 (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, b#tch, I’m back with killers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the blackest n#gg#
The Maddest n#gg#, Clappin ‘n#gg#s, Out here Snatchin’ Figures
Was Trappin ‘, n#gg#,’ Member days I had a snatch a n#gg#, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now the stash got bigger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel crashy, n#gg#
Back was Happenin ‘, n#gg#, When I Was Twelve, I Tried To Clap A n#gg#
Now I Laugh at n#gg#s That Be Hollerin ” Bout They Packin ‘, n#gg#
Yeah, strap with n#gg#s in the club, but you actin ‘n#gg#s
I’m Quick To Hit A n#gg# Up, But You Savage, n#gg#
Oh, you rappin ‘n#gg#s out here talcin’ ’bout you clappin’ n#gg#s
〈.?
This is not lucky, brother, these are risks
Everything runs that makes our Doekoe if I don’t sell (yeah)
f#ck the fame, still, keep my principles high (huh?)
I grab my cake this week and a week ago
And a week ago (and a week ago)
I grab my cake this week and a week ago (a week ago, yeah, yeah)
And a week ago
I grab my cake this week and a week ago (a week ago)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (and a week ago)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My n#gg# Fatah On The Run, But We Ain’t Speedin ‘, Thought
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