Hatër Lyrics in English Yeat
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Hatër by Yeat from French to English.
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I came with a blick, I just brought the fire
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire
I can't fuck with none of these lames, they all fuckin' lie
I can't fuck with none of these blades, they all fuckin' lie
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob
They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob
Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah
Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah
All my money do a jump and do a job
All my money do a jump and do a job
When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him
When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy
How do you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy
We got mob ties, baby, got a felon
We got mob ties, baby, got a felon
Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in
Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in
Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon
Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon
Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain
Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain
Bitch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling
Bitch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling
Ridin' in a Double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling
Ridin' in a Double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling
Ooh, yeah, hey, walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up
Ooh, yeah, hey, walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up
We been up all day, I'm off Adderall
We been up all day, I'm off Adderall
He just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend
He just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend
Fuckin' on your thot, fuckin' on your friend
Fuckin' on your thot, fuckin' on your friend
I can't fuck with nobody that's not my best friend
I can't fuck with nobody that's not my best friend
I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank
Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank
I can't fuckin' with nobody, I'm standin' firm
I can't fuckin' with nobody, I'm standin' firm
I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane
I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire
I came with a blick, I just brought the fire
I can't fuck with none of these lames, they all fuckin' lie
I can't fuck with none of these blades, they all fuckin' lie
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with this grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us
They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob
They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob
Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah
Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, it's not my job, nah
All my money do a jump and do a job
All my money do a jump and do a job
When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him
When you pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy
How do you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy
We got mob ties, baby, got a felon
We got mob ties, baby, got a felon
Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in
Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in
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