Red Ring Of Death Lyrics in English BabyTron
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Red Ring Of Death by BabyTron from Portuguese to English.
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Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Cuban on my neck, I'm rollin' fire in Havana Leafs
Cuban on my neck, I'm rollin' fire in Havana Leafs
Promethazine, codeine, bitch, the Fanta peach
Promethazine, codeine, bitch, the Fanta peach
Social distance from the stove if you can't stand the heat
Social distance from the stove if you can't stand the heat
I know you mad as fuck yo' bitch a fan of me
I know you mad as fuck yo' bitch a fan of me
You was on top and fell off dramatically
You were on top and fell off dramatically
Started semi-auto, tap the button, it shoot rapidly
Started semi-auto, tap the button, it shoots quickly
You thirty tryna find a route? Boy, have a seat
You thirty tryna find a route? Boy, have a seat
Cuddy caught a body off the drugs and plead insanity
Cuddy caught a body off the drugs and pleaded insanity
In Atlantic City smokin' za, I came in from the other coast
In Atlantic City smokin' za, I came in from the other coast
Foreign, it's a S, I'm in H, call that hustler mode
Foreign, it's an S, I'm in H, call that hustler mode
Wakin' up the block in that Shooter, think his muffler broke
Wakin' up the block in that Shooter, think his muffler broke
yeah, can hear him far
yeah, can hear him far
I see him, fuck around and trickshot him
I see him, fuck around and trickshot him
Don't you think you too old? All that Tik Tokin'
Don't you think you're too old? All that Tik Tokin'
Never did I sit back, push the risk option
Never did I sit back, push the risk option
See a opp, give him a dollar like he Brisk shoppin'
See an opp, give him a dollar like he Brisk shoppin'
Yeah, I fuck with 4PF but I need six pockets
Yeah, I fuck with 4PF but I need six pockets
Too much pape' I gotta count, I need four hands
Too much pape' I gotta count, I need four hands
Baby Drac'll knock the puss' out a grown man
Baby Drac'll knock the puss' out a grown man
When that Wocky hit my tongue, feel my soul dance
When that Wocky hits my tongue, feel my soul dance
First day out that county, I feel just like Tee Grizzley
First day out of that county, I feel just like Tee Grizzley
Snowcaps burn my chest like some cheap whiskey
Snowcaps burn my chest like some cheap whiskey
Gave my cup the red ring of death like the 360
Give my cup the red ring of death like the 360
Tried to be like Big Meech but he ain't peep the B-Mickie
Tried to be like Big Meech but he ain't peep the B-Mickie
Christian Loubies fourteen hunnid, that's like three giffies
Christian Loubies fourteen hunnid, that's like three giffies
Still gon' be rich at fifty, on my P Diddy
Still gon' be rich at fifty, on my P Diddy
Plug ain't master up the load, I told him remix me
Plug ain't master up the load, I told him remix me
I ain't catch 'em all yet, still got some dreams in me
I ain't catch 'em all yet, still got some dreams in me
Plus I got a three in me and I got a P in me
Plus I got a three in me and I got a P in me
Hit the dash, Granny like, 'Gee willikers'
Hit the dash, Granny like, 'Gee willikers'
You can't hit a hunnid, yo' whip got three cylinders
You can't hit a hunnid, yo' whip got three cylinders
Titi got a 'script but it ain't new, they refilling her
Titi got a 'script but it ain't new, they refilling her
Told her if I pop this P, I bet I keep drillin' her
Told her if I pop this P, I bet I keep drillin' her
Dude breath stink, what the fuck you drink? Vinegar?
Dude breath stink, what the fuck you drink? Vinegate?
If she ain't brining pape', I'm guarantee spinnin' her
If she ain't brining pape', I'm guarantee spinnin' her
Brodie got it with him, they ain't peep Dillinger
Brodie got it with him, they ain't peep Dillinger
So much white in the kitchen you could ski, Luh Tyler
So much white in the kitchen you could ski, Luh Tyler
They forgot that I was lit, pinky ring gon' remind 'em
They forgot that I was lit, pinky ring gon' remind 'em
If that bounty on yo head, bet them hunters go and find 'em
If that bounty on yo head, bet them hunters go and find 'em
Dog $hit Militia gettin' fancy, upping poodle poop
Dog $hit Militia gettin' fancy, upping poodle poop
Tapped him in his temple, now his diet chicken noodle soup
Tapped him in his temple, now his diet chicken noodle soup
You know yo face card scorching when you can Google you
You know yo face card scorching when you can Google you
I ain't shootin' up the club, gon' turn you to a strudel, boo
I ain't shootin' up the club, gon' turn you to a strudel, boo
Pop out with a toaster, bitches popping out with strollers
Pop out with a toaster, bitches popping out with strollers
When cuddy in the mountains, he is diamond in this joker
When cuddy in the mountains, he is diamond in this joker
Jewish fan in my DM ask me to lock him in with Kosher
Jewish fan in my DM ask me to lock him in with Kosher
If they playin' with that back end, we popping the promoters
If they playin' with that back end, we popping the promoters
Heard that you be steppin', watch yo feet, this some quicksand
Heard that you be steppin', watch yo feet, this some quicksand
It don't matter if I miss, bro got the tip jammed
It doesn't matter if I miss, bro got the tip jammed
You the sixth man at the best, now keep the bench warm
You the sixth man at the best, now keep the bench warm
Let our blocks see a raindrop, I bet we drench yours
Let our blocks see a raindrop, I bet we drain yours
Doin' yoga with yo' bitch, her feet all on the headboard
Doin 'yoga with yo' bitch, her feet all on the headboard
We been in here working out for hours, now my legs sore
We've been in here working out for hours, now my legs are sore
How I'm livin', how I'm thinking, life a chessboard
How I'm livin', how I'm thinking, life a chessboard
Choppa got a dick, you think I bought it in the sex store
Choppa got a dick, you think I bought it in the sex store
I be thinkin', 'Fuck it, it ain't no point to stress more'
I be thinkin', 'Fuck it, it ain't no point to stress more'
Shit, we could five V. five, go grab yo' best four
Shit, we could five V. five, go grab yo' best four
I know a billionaire, you couldn't tell, he dress poor
I know a billionaire, you couldn't tell, he dresses poor
Moral of the story, you ain't gotta flash it
Moral of the story, you ain't gotta flash it
You should go and stack it, spent a thousand on a jacket
You should go and stack it, spent a thousand on a jacket
I don't know why I be braggin', hit yo' bitch, now she be nagging
I don't know why I be braggin', hit yo' bitch, now she's nagging
Boy, the Glocky, it do magic like poof, made him vanish
Boy, the Glocky, it do magic like poof, made him vanish
Actin' like he eatin' good, lookin' for food but he famished
Actin' like he eatin' good, lookin' for food but he famished
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia
Long live $cams
Long live $cams
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