Vertaling van: Ronnie Flex - Drank & Drugs
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
If your bitch wanna chil and she calls my number
I just come, because I'm flexible
Now I'm in the club, now I'm in front of the mirror
I can not lie for you, we want to earn some money
Well I raise the beat, sweaty heads, large eyes, I'm going fine
My shoes are dirty, oversleeping nothing, hugging some, really fuck the alarmclock
I'm with Ronnie Flex, we smoke weks, count stacks, or send invoices
And your mom says she loves crazy, loves sex, I now want to rent here
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
All teens say yes to MDMA, your girl is a mots she had sex with your dad
Doesn't mince her words, but hits hard
They will not be there, when I do bad
Ey bitch, move over, we're entering with all of us
You have to sink to the floor, as if your mother has fallen
I know bitches like you and I catch them every time
Tomorrow your zehma knows nothing
That doesn't matter 'cause I think it's oké
I'll call shorty and say come along little bro, maybe my libi expires early
You smell weed and sex as I'm passing by
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
If your bitch wanna chill
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
If your bitch wanna chil and she calls my number
I just come, because I'm flexible
Now I'm in the club, now I'm in front of the mirror
I can not lie for you, we want to earn some money
Well I raise the beat, sweaty heads, large eyes, I'm going fine
My shoes are dirty, oversleeping nothing, hugging some, really fuck the alarmclock
I'm with Ronnie Flex, we smoke weks, count stacks, or send invoices
And your mom says she loves crazy, loves sex, I now want to rent here
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
All teens say yes to MDMA, your girl is a mots she had sex with your dad
Doesn't mince her words, but hits hard
They will not be there, when I do bad
Ey bitch, move over, we're entering with all of us
You have to sink to the floor, as if your mother has fallen
I know bitches like you and I catch them every time
Tomorrow your zehma knows nothing
That doesn't matter 'cause I think it's oké
I'll call shorty and say come along little bro, maybe my libi expires early
You smell weed and sex as I'm passing by
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
If your bitch wanna chill, it's no problem
I go there, I'm not alone
'Cause I got booze and drugs, I got booze and drugs
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
Wanna chill, wanna chill
If your bitch wanna chill