Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Holy 1 by Yeat from French to English.
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I'ma shoot the Glock, yeah
I'ma shoot the Glock, yeah
Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body
Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body
Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus
Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus
You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck
You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck
I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks
I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks
I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah
I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up
I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up
Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck
Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck
ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks
ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns
yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch
yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch
You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months
You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it
I got mob ties out of the country, I got mob ties in it
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin'
You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin'
Birkin bag, holdin' weight
Birkin bag, holdin' weight
We some Gods, holy ones
We some Gods, holy ones
Hold your field, hold your guts
Hold your field, hold your guts
Neon guts, triple guts
Neon guts, triple guts
Flip it up, double dutch
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his bitch-ass up
Yeah, shoot his bitch-ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just been takin' like smacks, I been smoked that-, bitch
I just been takin' like smacks, I been smoked that-, bitch
All they shit is trash, they been smoked up
All they shit is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'ma one eye
Every time I drop an album, I'ma one eye
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be?
Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be?
Yeah, I ain't gotta explain to no one, bitch, I pull up and smack
Yeah, I ain't gotta explain to no one, bitch, I pull up and smack
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats
I'ma shoot the Glock, yeah
I'ma shoot the Glock, yeah
Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body
Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body
Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus
Holy fuck, ridin' round in that Urus
You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck
You look broke as fuck, broke as fuck
I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks
I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks
I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah
I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up
I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up
Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck
Yeah, Rollie fuck, in the Bentley truck
ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks
ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns
yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch
yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch
You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months
You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it
I got mob ties out of the country, I got mob ties in it
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
You ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin'
You ain't fuckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin'
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