Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Apollo Creed by BabyTron from Portuguese to English.
These English lyric translations are not yet verified.
ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
So much bottled up
So much bottled up
Time to fuck the throttle up
Time to fuck the throttle up
If he won't throw a shot at the opps
If he won't throw a shot at the opps
He can't rock with us
He can't rock with us
Where yo baby mama at? I'm
Where yo baby mama at? I'm
Tryna get it swallowed up
Tryna get it swallowed up
Creed X Turtle Pie make the bitches follow us
Creed X Turtle Pie make the bitches follow us
Till I had a blue check
Till I had a blue check
Bitches wouldn't follow me
Bitches wouldn't follow me
I'ma die punching through this
I'ma die punching through this
Bitch like Apollo Creed
Bitch like Apollo Creed
Bitches I stick my dick in, boy
Bitches I stick my dick in, boy
They out yo league
They out yo league
Keeping up with me? That's like
Keeping up with me? That's like
Jumping without yo knees better yet
Jumping without your knees better yet
That's like walking without yo feet
That's like walking without your feet
You laying on a futon
You laying on a futon
I'm somewhere walking on the beach
I'm somewhere walking on the beach
I'ma need 1K, I'm not talking for the free
I'ma need 1K, I'm not talking for the free
He was talking out his ass
He was talking out his ass
Now he's talking to my feet
Now he's talking to my feet
Don't shit last forever but the
Don't shit last forever but the
Money in my pocket hakeem Olajuwon, bitch
Money in my pocket hakeem Olajuwon, bitch
I'm coming in with rockets
I'm coming in with rockets
If we don't stomp him, we gon' pop him
If we don't stomp him, we gon' pop him
If we stomp him, we gon' roll
If we stomp him, we gon' roll
223s make his funky-ass Pop, Lock Drop It
223s make his funky-ass Pop, Lock Drop It
Bitches tryna take pictures
Bitches tryna take pictures
You are not paparazzi
You are not paparazzi
If the gang not around me then
If the gang isn't around me then
The fucking choppa got me
The fucking choppa got me
Thinking that he balling? Fuck around and
Thinking that he's balling? Fuck around and
Leave him stuck like Rodney
Leave him stuck like Rodney
Feel like Ricky Bobby, yes
Feel like Ricky Bobby, yes
Her teeth is not a Maserati
Her teeth are not a Maserati
Sent my bitch in with a punch
Sit my bitch in with a punch
She like Ronda Rousey
She likes Ronda Rousey
Flying 'round with that iron on me, bitch
Flying 'round with that iron on me, bitch
I'm Robert Downey
I'm Robert Downey
If it's money on yo head then it's death
If it's money on yo head then it's death
It's not a bounty
It's not a bounty
This a four of Wockhardt in my cup
This a four of Wockhardt in my cup
I'm sounding drowsy
I'm sounding drowsy
That's what yo ham-ass'll say after
That's what yo ham-ass'll say after
We K word you
We K word you
Beam on a super charge Glock, we'll Halo you
Beam on a super charge Glock, we'll Halo you
How the fuck are you the
How the fuck are you the
Plug and you ain't mobile?
Plug and you ain't mobile?
This moon rock a motherfucker
This moon rock a motherfucker
Got me up in space floating
Got me up in space floating
Everybody 'round me look foreign
Everybody 'round me look foreign
Feel like Mark Cuban
Feel like Mark Cuban
No love like a robot, am I part human?
No love like a robot, am I part human?
She heard one lil' song
She heard one lil' song
Then she start choosing
Then she starts choosing
When you got the BIN that I got, yeah
When you got the BIN that I got, yeah
Yo car's boosting and yo car fool
Yo car's boosting and yo car fool
Yo big-ass gang got one whip
Yo big-ass gang got one whip
That's why yo car full
That's why yo car full
Damn, choppa make 'em cartwheel
Damn, choppa make 'em cartwheel
Twenty-three off the blues
Twenty-three off the blues
Balling like a Tar Heel
Balling like a Tar Heel
You look soft in that BAPE, boy
You look soft in that BAPE, boy
My sharks kill i done been through some shit
My sharks kill I did through some shit
And ain't a part heal
And ain't a part heal
If the fucking Visa don't hit
If the fucking Visa doesn't hit
The Mastercard will
The Mastercard will
All that motherfucking dick sucking
All that motherfucking dick sucking
I'm a star still
I'm a star still
If I catch you out talking shit
If I catch you out talking shit
I'ma whoop yo ass
I'ma whoop yo ass
If Stan catch an opp with the blick
If Stan catches an opp with the blick
He gon' cook his ass
He gon' cook his ass
Just got in a parking lot brawl
Just got in a parking lot brawl
And I Suge'd his ass
And I Suge'd his ass
Just went Vin Diesel on 12
Just went Vin Diesel on 12
And I shook they ass
And I shook them ass
Hut one, hut two, I just scored a touchdown
Hut one, hut two, I just scored a touchdown
They got the sad face, boy
They got the sad face, boy
They mad as fuck I'm up now
They mad as fuck I'm up now
She used to be a spinner, that shit crazy
She used to be a spinner, that shit crazy
She a slut now
She's a slut now
Big drip cause a hurricane if I jump 'round
Big drip cause a hurricane if I jump 'round
Come on, I got some shit to say
Come on, I got some shit to say
The old me dead and gone
The old me is dead and gone
I feel like Justin Timberlake
I feel like Justin Timberlake
I ain't a shrimp but I get shrimp
I ain't a shrimp but I get shrimp
When I get it with the steak
When I get it with the steak
I think I need a QP
I think I need a QP
I like the lemon pepper taste
I like the lemon pepper taste
I can fly a bitch wherever like whenever
I can fly a bitch wherever like whenever
Off White, Balenciaga, look better together
Off White, Balenciaga, look better together
This Alexander, yes
This Alexander, yes
I'm just flexing the sweater
I'm just flexing the sweater
If you really want smoke, okay
If you really want to smoke, okay
I'm pressing whether
I'm pressing whether
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