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Genius English Translations - Jala Brat Y Buba Corelli Bez Koda Lyrics

[Verse 1: Buba Corelli]
Diamond status, devil's waiting in the dark
Gonna do a Thug life tattoo on the stomach like 2Pac
Seventh floor, pitch black flat, turn up for sex like it's planned
Spark up a blunt after that, pay you up like an old skank
Pull an ace out my sleeve, S class full of sluts
Cash till full of stacks, tray be full of rocks
I'm the main man, inside the whip, tinted windows
I be young, rich and famous, she be fittin, she be flat abs

[Pre-Chorus: Jala Brat]
Don't want no feels, you're only after the dough
Zrće action, they say you're as strong as your mother
I be hustlin', runnin', droppin trackie on the Nikes
Hop in my SUV, and smoke up a blizzy

[Chorus: Buba Corelli & Jala Brat]
The worst version of yours be hitting up at five
The controlla seems ain't lettin mе out of here
And without a code you would bе droppin at my place
Oh how she's strolling on tears as if they're water made

[Verse 2: Jala Brat]
Like a soldier to a base, freedom for Gaza
On my way to A phase, got many 'fore the muzzle
Knows my every phrase, kamikaze playing nuzzle
So I'm taking her to Plaza, Radon Plaza at the Avaz
Make up's bugging her tonight, the heels giving her blisters
Those lips be needing embers, that body be needing storms
Snaps from the flat a day, nails up on the steer
Hairs be droppin on her ass, dolled up, ebony
[Pre-Chorus: Jala Brat]
Don't want no feels, you're only after the dough
Zrće action, they say you're as strong as your mother
I be hustlin', runnin', droppin trackie on the Nikes
Hop in my SUV, and smoke up a blizzy

[Chorus: Buba Corelli & Jala Brat]
The worst version of yours be hitting up at five
The controlla seems ain't lettin me out of here
And without a code you would be droppin at my place
Oh how she's strolling on tears as if they're water made
The worst version of yours be hitting up at five
The controlla seems ain't lettin me out of here
And without a code you would be droppin at my place
Oh how she's strolling on tears as if they're water made