Description
Programmer: Lex Amarni
Programmer: 2muchmotion
Composer Lyricist: Lex Amarni
Composer Lyricist: 2muchmotion
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don't you be calling your
L's and L's. Bullets make it rain like a wind and sun.
Bullets, bullets to your face, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap. Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap.
Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap. She walking around with the yeast in her mouth.
Yeah, you so damn mad 'cause you got what you want.
But she told me that she got what I need, what I want, what I like. I know I'm gonna hear it, cars gettin' loud.
I'm tryna get higher, blowing on the sky. Straight to the sky, sky, sky.
Yeah, straight to the sky, sky, sky. Straight to the sky, straight to the sky.
Yeah, but she grab, walk. Walking around in my Dolce Gabbana.
Dolce Gabbana in the Dolce Gabbana. She ain't into no drama. She ain't into no. . .
Yeah, but she grab, walk. Walking around in my Dolce Gabbana. Dolce Gabbana in the
Dolce Gabbana. She ain't into no drama. She ain't into no. . .
Don't you be calling your L's and L's. Bullets make it rain like a wind and sun.
Bullets, bullets to your face, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap. Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap.
Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap. Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap.
She walking around with the yeast in her mouth. Yeah, you so damn mad 'cause you got what you want.
But she told me that she got what I need, what I want, what I like.
I know I'm gonna hear it, cars gettin' loud. I'm tryna get higher, blowing on the sky.
Straight to the sky, sky, sky. Yeah, straight to the sky, sky, sky.
Yeah, straight to the sky, straight to the. . .
English translation
Don't you be calling your
L's and L's. Bullets make it rain like a wind and sun.
Bullets, bullets to your face, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap. Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap.
Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap. She walking around with the yeast in her mouth.
Yeah, you so damn mad 'cause you got what you want.
But she told me that she got what I need, what I want, what I like. I know I'm gonna hear it, cars gettin' loud.
I'm tryna get higher, blowing on the sky. Straight to the sky, sky, sky.
Yeah, straight to the sky, sky, sky. Straight to the sky, straight to the sky.
Yeah, but she grab, walk. Walking around in my Dolce Gabbana.
Dolce Gabbana in the Dolce Gabbana. She ain't into no drama. She ain't into no. . .
Yeah, but she grab, walk. Walking around in my Dolce Gabbana. Dolce Gabbana in the
Dolce Gabbana. She ain't into no drama. She ain't into no. . .
Don't you be calling your L's and L's. Bullets make it rain like a wind and sun.
Bullets, bullets to your face, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap. Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap.
Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap.
Yeah, into the kill, she got into the trap. Like the bullet like the taste, she got into the trap.
She walking around with the yeast in her mouth. Yeah, you so damn mad 'cause you got what you want.
But she told me that she got what I need, what I want, what I like.
I know I'm gonna hear it, cars gettin' loud. I'm tryna get higher, blowing on the sky.
Straight to the sky, sky, sky. Yeah, straight to the sky, sky, sky.
Yeah, straight to the sky, straight to the. . .