More songs by LeoStayTrill
Description
Producer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: LeoStayTrill
Mastering Engineer, Producer: Scratch
Composer Lyricist, Mixing Engineer, Engineer: Edward Kesselly
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo.
Citrus.
I wave this can in my pictures. Business.
The bad b's all eager to sip this. Move mad, dash drink out the witness.
I talk facts, man, not with the fiction. No Yak, just Sprite in my system.
Pop one, pop two more for my sister. Did you want a glass? Sprite filled up in my cup.
Not gonna pass down my ting solo. Who's gonna ask?
That's with the other man's drinks, not one of ours. One liter bottle in the trunk of my other car.
Drank one, two cans, where's the other half? Green bottle for a signal, we in another class.
Crack the end, let the thing fizz like a bubble bath. You want another one?
Ice on my neck, on my wrist, in my cup. Sprite in my stem, I whip out my mum.
Pour up the drink, take a sip if you want.
Come buy it quick, man it's lit, baby come. The man them mix it for fun. Yeah, mix it with what? Um, let's not be hubz.
You're done? Spill this drink and you're done. Love. Citrus.
I wave this can in my pictures. Business.
The bad b's all eager to sip this. Move mad, dash drink out the witness.
I talk facts, man, not with the fiction. No Yak, just Sprite in my system.
Pop one, pop two more for my sister. What's that? Sprite. Baby, pass my cup I like.
Normal Sprite, the type I like. No lip on my cup, bro, skai.
Collect both, that's fine. 'Cause I split the cans with all of my guys.
I sip twice, then nicely online. I don't mind a little lemon and lime.
I can't run out of B-A-Rs. Bare roll Sprite in my C-A-R.
That's my glass. About that, man check the V-A-R.
The man can't talk like the scene ain't ours. Like I ain't looking other MCs in jars.
Praying that they get another chance. I laugh, wallah. Citrus.
I wave this can in my pictures. Business.
The bad b's all eager to sip this. Move mad, dash drink out the witness.
I talk facts, man, not with the fiction. No Yak, just Sprite in my system.
Pop one, pop two more for my sisters.
What's that? Sprite. Baby, pass my cup I like.
Normal, normal Sprite, the type I like. No, no lip on my cup, bro, skai.
Collect both, that's fine. 'Cause I split the cans with all of my guys, guys.
English translation
Yo.
Citrus.
I wave this can in my pictures. Business.
The bad b's all eager to sip this. Move mad, dash drink out the witness.
I talk facts, man, not with the fiction. No Yak, just Sprite in my system.
Pop one, pop two more for my sister. Did you want a glass? Sprite filled up in my cup.
Not gonna pass down my ting solo. Who's gonna ask?
That's with the other man's drinks, not one of ours. One liter bottle in the trunk of my other car.
Drank one, two cans, where's the other half? Green bottle for a signal, we in another class.
Crack the end, let the thing fizz like a bubble bath. You want another one?
Ice on my neck, on my wrist, in my cup. Sprite in my stem, I whip out my mum.
Pour up the drink, take a sip if you want.
Come buy it quick, man it's lit, baby come. The man them mix it for fun. Yeah, mix it with what? Um, let's not be hubz.
You're done? Spill this drink and you're done. Love. Citrus.
I wave this can in my pictures. Business.
The bad b's all eager to sip this. Move mad, dash drink out the witness.
I talk facts, man, not with the fiction. No Yak, just Sprite in my system.
Pop one, pop two more for my sister. What's that? Sprite. Baby, pass my cup I like.
Normal Sprite, the type I like. No lip on my cup, bro, skai.
Collect both, that's fine. 'Cause I split the cans with all of my guys.
I sip twice, then nicely online. I don't mind a little lemon and lime.
I can't run out of B-A-Rs. Bare roll Sprite in my C-A-R.
That's my glass. About that, man check the V-A-R.
The man can't talk like the scene ain't ours. Like I ain't looking other MCs in jars.
Praying that they get another chance. I laugh, wallah. Citrus.
I wave this can in my pictures. Business.
The bad b's all eager to sip this. Move mad, dash drink out the witness.
I talk facts, man, not with the fiction. No Yak, just Sprite in my system.
Pop one, pop two more for my sisters.
What's that? Sprite. Baby, pass my cup I like.
Normal, normal Sprite, the type I like. No, no lip on my cup, bro, skai.
Collect both, that's fine. 'Cause I split the cans with all of my guys, guys.