Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Live In STL by Icewear Vezzo from French to English.
These English lyric translations are not yet verified.
Damn, Max, this one's too hard
Damn, Max, this one's too hard
Hold up, Crystal
Hold up, Crystal
Let me talk this shit real quick
Let me talk this shit real quick
You know them people listening
You know them people listening
Aight, I want them sitting down yeah, yeah
Aight, I want them sitting down yeah, yeah
Move around this bitch look
Move around this bitch look
Like I know something
Like I know something
He keep movin' in secret
He keep movin' in secret
I'm gon' blow something yeah
I'm gon' blow something yeah
Wipe that nigga nose he think it's alright
Wipe that nigga nose he think it's alright
I mean, give that boy a towel I
I mean, give that boy a towel I
Think his nose running
Think his nose running
Yeah, bitch, I got a attitude
Yeah, bitch, I got an attitude
My bitches say I'm kinda rude, be flexin'
My bitches say I'm kinda rude, be flexin'
Got all kind of juice
Got all kind of juice
He can get that Wockhardt or that kiki
He can get that Wockhardt or that kiki
Got all kinda juice
Got all kinda juice
Nigga just be lookin' at that blicky
Nigga just be lookin' at that blicky
He ain't tryna shoot
He ain't tryna shoot
Walk em' down, we gon' chalk him down
Walk em' down, we gon' chalk him down
Draco hawk him down
Draco hawk him down
I'm from the Mile, bitch, I rep that 6
I'm from the Mile, bitch, I rep that 6
But be all around
But be all around
Shoot that bitch and I don't need no help
Shoot that bitch and I don't need no help
Or don't call around
Or don't call around
I get sneaky with it, if he
I get sneaky with it, if he
P knock his daughter down, i'm sorry
P knock his daughter down, i'm sorry
Yeah, I want my trap back
Yeah, I want my trap back
AR with the scope, it's big as hell
AR with the scope, it's big as hell
I call it fatback
I call it fatback
Call my doctor up, he called his 'yeah
Call my doctor up, he called his 'yeah
We need Act' back'
We need Act' back'
Fuck the music, I don't care about fame
Fuck the music, I don't care about fame
I let the racks stack
I let the racks stack
Freaky bitch, met her in the Louis
Freaky bitch, put her in the Louis
Yeah she a nat nat
Yeah she a nat nat
You just make a statement, you hit the stand
You just make a statement, you hit the stand
You a rat rat
You a rat rat
Told the opps I'm smokin' on they mans
Told the opps I'm smokin' on they mans
This a pack pack
This is a pack pack
Karo-ed 'em then I rapped about it
Karo-ed 'em then I rapped about it
He a jack-jack
He's a jack-jack
Yeah, bitch, this chain a hunnid pack
Yeah, bitch, this chain a hunnid pack
MAC-11 with that thirty on it
MAC-11 with that thirty on it
He do the jumping jacks
He does the jumping jacks
Sold a brick, took a basket out it
Sold a brick, took a basket out it
Gave a onion back
Gave an onion back
I found my plug and told him work ain't come
I found my plug and told him work ain't come
I need my money back hold on
I need my money back hold on
fuck it, I'ma keep going
fuck it, I'ma keep going
Diamond chain and it got them pointers
Diamond chain and it got them pointers
This bitch keep snowin'
This bitch keep snowin'
In Detroit, it get hot as hell
In Detroit, it gets hot as hell
But it keep snowin'
But it keeps snowin'
Hit him with that sh that blow dryer
Hit him with that sh that blow dryer
I just keep blowin'
I just keep blowing
That's it, I really quit right there
That's it, I really left right there
give me an adlib
give me an adlib
We really rich off pints, nigga
We really rich off pints, nigga
Mm, alright I quit, cut it
Mm, alright I quit, cut it
Lyrics and Translations Licensed & Provided by
LyricFind