Mr. Do The Dash Lyrics in English BabyTron
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Mr. Do The Dash by BabyTron from Portuguese to English.
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Reach for a chain? Boy, yo ass made a hu-
Reach for a chain? Boy, yo ass made a hu-
Aight
Aight
What up, BlueStrip?
What up, BlueStrip?
Reach for a chain?
Reach for a chain?
Boy, yo' ass made a huge mistake
Boy, yo' ass made a huge mistake
Mister Do The Dash in the coupe
Mister Do The Dash in the coupe
No, I don't use the brakes
No, I don't use the brakes
Why the fuck you got a vest on?
Why the fuck did you get a vest on?
We came to shoot yo face
We came to shoot yo face
Star player
starplayer
Came a long way from when I hooped on crates
Came a long way from when I hooped on crates
You still workin' two to eight
You still workin' two to eight
I still hit the set everyday
I still hit the set everyday
And run through some pape'
And run through some paper'
Smellin' like a pound of 'Za
Smellin' like a pound of 'Za
In the newest BAPE
In the newest BAPE
I cannot put you on the play
I cannot put you on the play
All you do is flake
All you do is flake
I cannot put you on the team
I cannot put you on the team
Yo' stats lookin' rough
Yo' stats lookin' rough
I cannot show you how to whip
I cannot show you how to whip
But unky cook it up
But unky cook it up
Two Glocks tucked
Two Glocks tucked
Buyin' ice, lil' bitch, I'm good in Hutch
Buyin' ice, lil' bitch, I'm good in Hutch
Been the plug this whole time
Been the plug this whole time
I had to go and hook it up
I had to go and hook it up
First class flight straight to Heaven
First class flight straight to Heaven
Glocky took him up
Glocky took him up
Every dub I gotta take a diamond
Every dub I gotta take a diamond
Go and put it up
Go and put it up
You be scared where I be
You are scared where I am
'Cause you ain't hood enough
'Cause you ain't hood enough
They ain't never catch my hitman
They ain't never catch my hitman
'Cause his hood was up
'Cause his hood was up
Bitch, I refuse to be outperformed
Bitch, I refuse to be outperformed
In a droptop
In a droptop
Heard you stuck in the house with chores
Heard you stuck in the house with cries
She ain't throwin' neck?
She ain't throwin' neck?
Jazzy Jeff
Jazzy Jeff
Throw her out the door
Throw her out the door
Exotic Vernor's, pint of yeah 'round
Exotic Vernor's, pint of yeah 'round
Think I'm 'bout to pour
Think I'm 'bout to pour
Think I'm 'bout to snore
Think I'm 'bout to snore
Grown man stash
Grown man stash
I can pull a hunnid out my drawer
I can pull a hunnid out of my drawer
Road runner
Roadrunner
Up shit whether I go south or north
Up shit whether I go south or north
High as hell eatin' chili cheese
High as hell eatin' chili cheese
Fries without a fork
Fries without a fork
Spill my double cup and left the floor sticky
Spill my double cup and left the floor sticky
Stone Island pants on my legs
Stone Island pants on my legs
These ain't no Dickies
These ain't no Dickies
Bitch sent her CashApp
Bitch feels her CashApp
This lil' ho so silly
This lil' ho so silly
Set the play up for lil' bro
Set the play up for lil' bro
That's the coach in me
That's the coach in me
Fully switch on this bitch
Fully switch on this bitch
Boy, this ain't no semi
Boy, this ain't no semi
Trackhawks and Hellcats around
Trackhawks and Hellcats around
These ain't no Hemis
These ain't no Hemis
Made it off the harder way
Made it off the harder way
But I don't know Penny
But I don't know Penny
Bankroll cotton candy
Bankroll cotton candy
You ain't gon' see no twenties
You ain't gon' see no twenties
What I'm drinkin' muddy
What I'm drinking muddy
I ain't sippin' on no Casamigos
I ain't sippin' on at Casamigos
Fucked around and almost shot the peephole
Fucked around and almost shot the peephole
Thinkin' that you Southwest T
Thinkin' that you Southwest T
But you ain't got a kilo
But you ain't got a kilo
Throw that bitch all the way down
Throw that bitch all the way down
Call me Tron Marino
Call me Tron Marino
Bitch, I'm forever fresh
Bitch, I'm forever fresh
Yeah, I got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice
Hand cake to the cashier
Hand cake to the cashier
I'm just coppin' shoes
I'm just coppin' shoes
You got some nerve in that coat
You got some nerve in that coat
Boy, that is not a Goose
Boy, that's not a Goose
Where the fuck 12 Mile Kyle?
Where the fuck 12 Mile Kyle?
Boy, we gotta shoot
Boy, we gotta shoot
I need a six or a four, I can't drop a deuce
I need a six or a four, I can't drop a deuce
Down in TX, I'm off a eight
Down in TX, I'm off an eight
Feelin' chopped and screwed
Feelin' chopped and screwed
Dawg broke-ass cracked a joke but I am not amused
Dawg broke-ass cracked a joke but I am not amused
Sleeve Nash
Sleeve Nash
I'll close my eyes while I lob the 'oop
I'll close my eyes while I lob the 'oop
Man, put that motherfuckin' gun down
Man, put that motherfuckin' gun down
'Cause we both know you not 'bout to shoot
'Cause we both know you not 'bout to shoot
European sneaks on my feet
European sneaks on my feet
Can't pronounce the shoes
Can't pronounce the shoes
Men in Black type shit
Men in black type shit
Shoot it hoppin' out the coupe
Shoot it hoppin' out the coupe
Thousand shots through his crib
Thousand shots through his crib
Now his house a roof
Now his house is a roof
Can't say exactly
Can't say exactly
but it's big shit I'm 'bout to do
but it's big shit I'm 'bout to do
Last dude I punched
Last dude I punched
Two weeks 'til they found his tooth
Two weeks 'til they found his tooth
Why you talkin' big money shit?
Why you talkin' big money shit?
You never counted blues
You never counted blues
Fuck, damn, shit, two hunnid on the dash
Fuck, damn, shit, two hunnids on the dash
Shit changed, got up off my ass
Shit changed, got up off my ass
I'm runnin' to the bag
I'm runnin' to the bag
Try some bullshit?
Try some bullshit?
Gang and 'nem gon' up a couple MAGs
Gang and 'nem gon' up a couple MAGs
Backwood', puff, puff, puff, bitch
Backwood', puff, puff, puff, bitch
Fuck a pass
Fuck a pass
Somewhere tucked on the west with a quarter ticket on me
Somewhere tucked on the west with a quarter ticket on me
Flyin' through the hood
Flyin' through the hood
Hit the Coney with the pistol on me
Hit the Coney with the pistol on me
Shit, I can't smell what you cookin'
Shit, I can't smell what you cookin'
You a big jabroni
You a big jabroni
We gon' put you six feet deep
We gon' put you six feet deep
Up a fist up on me
Up a fist up on me
Somewhere sinnin' with a pair Of Christians on me
Somewhere sinnin' with a pair Of Christians on me
Bitch do a trick
Bitch do a trick
She done turned to a gymnast on me
She did turned to a gymnast on me
No rap cap, I got some shit up on me
No rap cap, I got some shit up on me
No rap cap, a thousand shots
In the rap cap, a thousand shots
You tryna get up on me
You tryna get up on me
Engine purrin', skrrtin' 'round
Engine purrin', skrrtin' 'round
Flowin' in the Jag' truck
Flowin' in the Jag' truck
Thank God I'm up
Thank God I'm up
All them times I had some bad luck
All of them times I had some bad luck
Spent your life saving on these damn Buffs
Spent your life saving on these damn Buffs
Scam God
Scam God
I won't stop 'til I'm in some hand cuffs
I won't stop 'til I'm in some hand cuffs
Whew
Whew
Hey
Hey
Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia
Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck goin' on
You know what the fuck goesin' on
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
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