Acting Bad Lyrics in English Icewear Vezzo
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Acting Bad by Icewear Vezzo from French to English.
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Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
If you can look at a crew and you know
If you can look at a crew and you know
Who the boss is without
Who the boss is without
Looking, then you got
Looking, then you got
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
You got the wrong boss
Yeah, he ain't thinking right
Yeah, he ain't thinking right
He ain't moving y'all right
He ain't moving y'all right
When you look at me and my
When you look at me and my
Homies, you don't know who, who doing what
Homies, you don't know who, who does what
Right when me and my, me and my homies go to
Right when me and my, me and my homies go to
The strip club and we run up a tab
The strip club and we run up a tab
They don't know who to give the bill to
They don't know who to give the bill to
That's a fact (Damn, Machu
That's a fact (Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Let's reminisce
Let's reminisce
'Member all the times
'Member all the times
We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town
We was cuttin' shit to send it out of town
Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound
Spot hot, gotta get it off the 'Hound
real street nigga
real street nigga
hold it up, a hundred thousand on
hold it up, a hundred thousand on
This crown (Hundred thousand on the crown
This crown (Hundred thousand on the crown
Y'all remember?)
Y’all remember?)
Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days
Reminiscin' 'bout the bad days
I was down on my ass until that bag came
I was down on my ass until that bag came
Thirty-thousand dollar plays, now we mad paid
Thirty-thousand dollar plays, now we mad paid
Used to get it off the road
Used to get it off the road
Now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS
Now this Rollie fully blown like it had AIDS
Gettin' money, nigga, throw that shit
Gettin' money, nigga, throw that shit
bitches know who really up
bitches know who really up
These niggas know who's lit
These niggas know who's lit
Ain't only rich on Instagram
Ain't only rich on Instagram
We got ownership
We got ownership
Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit
Type of bag get a nigga and his brodie hit
two forty on the wrist
two forty on the wrist
Count a million up with Ki when
Count a million up with Ki when
We was on the boat
We were on the boat
Offset Forgiats, put them bitches
Offset Forgiats, put them bitches
On a Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost
We have Cullinan, then she wanted Ghost
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
Now we mad paid
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
Now we mad paid
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different
Million dollars cash, yeah, I stack different
look like you got some money now
look like you got some money now
That's why you act different
That's why you act different
Plus I live the shit I rap, yeah
More I live the shit I rap, yeah
My facts different
My facts different
We just motivatin'
We just motivate
Bring them toys out
Bring them toys out
You sellin' fetty in the hood
You sellin' fetty in the hood
You know them boys on us
You know them boys on us
Made so much money in the O
Made so much money in the O
They wanna boycott us
They wanna boycott us
Five thousand every fit, bitch
Five thousand every fit, bitch
I'm my own stylist
I'm my own stylist
Realest niggas in this shit, yeah
Realest niggas in this shit, yeah
We the last breed
We the last breed
I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like
I'm sellin' beans in the lake just like
Watch so motherfuckin' froze, bitch
Watch so motherfuckin' freeze, bitch
I can't see
I can't see
Niggas plottin' every day
Niggas plottin' every day
So I can keep it on me
So I can keep it on me
Baby fin on my waist
Baby fin on my waist
Look like a beeper on me
Look like a beeper on me
Fuckin' with that blood raw
Fuckin' with that blood raw
Now I got Jeezy money
Now I got Jeezy money
Nigga playin' with that pape'
Nigga playin' with that pope'
Put the reaper on him
Put the reaper on him
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
Now we mad paid
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
I put F's on everything, I got bad grades
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout the bad days
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
I was down for a minute, then that bag came
them hoes used to laugh at us
them hoes used to laugh at us
Now we mad paid
Now we mad paid
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
I can flex on a nigga, I got cash saved
you know what I'm sayin'?
you know what I'm sayin'?
You would never, yeah and, and
You would never, yeah and, and
We got homies that ain't got nothing
We got homies that ain't got nothing
But it don't look good
But it doesn't look good
If I got five chains on, my
If I got five chains on, my
Homeboy got five chains on
Homeboy got five chains on
Everybody jeweled up
Everybody jeweled up
One of the homies, he, he
One of the homies, he, he
Ain't got no jewelry on
Ain't got no jewelry on
Everybody pass him a chain
Everybody passes him a chain
Everybody give him a hundred dollars
Everybody give him a hundred dollars
It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to
It's ten of us, he got a thousand dollars to
Go to the club with
Go to the club with
And he ain't gon' play nothin'
And he ain't gon' play nothin'
So now he might lose some
So now he might lose some
Of his thousand dollars
Of his thousand dollars
He got kids, five hundred go to them
He got kids, five hundred go to them
He just got blessed just comin' to the club
He just got blessed just comin' to the club
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