Jack Harlow - WHATS POPPIN (Remix) ft. DaBaby, Tory Lanez & Lil Wayne (Traduzione Italiana) lyrics

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[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
Tornato con il remix
Questi ragazzi tutti miei figli come Phoenix (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
La mia città e il mio stato non hanno mai visto questo
Jimmy Neutron, sono un ragazzo prodigio (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Sul futon, le sto dando quel cazzo
Quando questa merda è pronta, I'ma fill up arenas
Ooh, come Gilbert Arenas, sparo il colpo
Sono ancora con i demoni, ooh, I keep it thorough
Ho cinque tipe a New York
Questo significa una in ogni quartiere
Sono nel pocket come Burrow
Quando sono tornato a casa, though
Mi trattano come Robert De Niro
La ho portata Taco Bell, le ho comprato un churro
La ho portata a casa, le ho dato un cinnamon swirl
I left it in, now I got a one-year old
Zeri su zeri su zeri (Zeri)
Quello è cosa il bilancio del mio conto bancario dice (Woo)
Ho a check dalla compagnia di scarpe
Ora faccio qualsiasi cosa che dice New Balance
Le ho comprato un biglietto aereo, fuori di stato
I got me a shorty from 'round the way
Ho detto, "Sono in città oggi"
Lei ha detto che she comin' over and she down to stay
I got a hit, she been playin' quella merda
Così quando she pull up on me so cosa she 'bout to say
[Chorus: Jack Harlow & DaBaby]
Come butta?
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
Ho delle opzioni
Potrei passare quella puttana come Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin' (Oh, these n*ggas got me f*cked up, n*gga)
Sto facendo questa vacanza chiuso dentro (Ooh, you know, it's like)
Il mio corpo got rid of them toxins (Let me go, mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top dieci

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Chiama la mia puttana, dille, "Prendimi that noggin" (Brrt)
Brain real good, she a scholar
I like the thing with low mileage, good brain with no college
Chiamami DaBaby, no toddler (Wah)
Sono un vero creativo and stylish, F&N nel mio denim
I send a hit, make him spin 'em
And I just flew back da L.A. sul jet ieri (Nyoom)
I go back and forth come se giocassi a tennis
Fotto con la tua puttana, yeah, I'm fit for it
Ancora su Billboard, la canzone numero uno nel Regno Unito
And I done got so f*ckin' rich, tutte queste puttane sul mio cazzo
Non mi frega ancora un cazzo di cosa mi dicono
Lei lo mangia come Pac-Man, negro (Eat it)
Whoop a n*gga come se fossi Batman, negro (Eat it)
I just pulled up nella Batmobile (Nyoom)
La ragione per cui non fotto con questi rap-ass negri
Perché loro sono cap-ass negri (Cap)
E il loro rap non è vero (Cap)
Credimi, you wanna keep your life, then take it easy
I'm rockin' water diamonds, bisogno di un Squeegee
These n*ggas watered down, loro bevono Fiji
La mia auto è arancione e marrone come se fossi a Cleveland
La mia puttana è Mello Yello come una soda (Soda)
Questi negri tattletalers, io sono un soldato
Ayy, qualcuno dica a questi negri che è finita
Tu sai è Baby, negro
[Chorus: Jack Harlow & Tory Lanez]
Come butta? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Woo, hahaha)
Ho delle opzioni (Ayy)
Potrei passare quella puttana come Stockton (Uh)

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
Hop out that Scat and I caught her
I'm out here with somebody daughter
Lei mi chiama papi, I'm somebody father
I gotta go gets it, I will not go kiss it
Or put my lips on it like somebody water
The diamond, the glacier, the card in the wallet
She pulled up to f*ck me but nobody caught her
She told me that she wasn't feelin' my music
I f*cked her, she told me, "It's nobody harder"
And I'm with the G-ski, I need that sh*t for the freeski
We are not buyin' no pus*y you sellin' on Peachtree
It's so much work on my celly
I had to go tell all my b*tches, "Email it to reach me"
All in my DM, I'll follow your BM
She play with the croski, we used to f*ck on the lowski
She use to lie on my bed and go lie to your face
And say I'm just a broski, n*gga, you knows me
You ain't believe it, you wanted to toast me
I had extendi as long as a ruler in case you was coolin' and wanna approach me
Dropped the Bentayga, came back in the Cullinan
She wanna f*ck again, I want that tongue again
Stuck it so deep that she cough up her lung again
Five star b*tches, they on the run again, run again
Runnin' in diamonds, they illuminatin' the way that I come again
I just put so many pennies on the watch
That I don't ever got to stunt again, n*gga, lil' Tory
[Chorus: Jack Harlow, Tory Lanez & Lil Wayne]
Come butta? (Canada)
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
Ho delle opzioni
Potrei passare quella puttana come Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh, man, I just caught a drink)
My body got rid of them toxins (Like, f*ck, mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Uh, what's brackin'? (Woo)
Brand new whip, new mansion (Brrp)
Brand new tips, new dancers (Yeah)
Same old di*k, new Magnums (Oh)
Same old sh*t, new maggots (Yeah)
Same old throne, new dragons (Uh)
Same old strong, new ashes (Yeah)
I could pass that b*tch like Magic, yeah (Oh, oh)
I ain't cappin', I'm lit, I'm active, yeah (Yeah)
Lil' five in that b*tch like Paxson, yeah (Yeah)
Gonna drown in this milk like Apple Jacks
I sell a b*tch dreams, put tax on that
Lil' slime in that b*tch, that's slatt for slatt (Yeah)
Obama, Presidential Rollie, that's black on black (Yeah)
Ho novantanove problemi e la puttana nessuno
Yeah, i numeri non dicono bugie, questo l' aftermath (Yeah)
Yeah, come butta? (Poppin')
Brand new phone, just dropped it
Um, f*ck it, ho delle opzioni
I bust down couple Apple Watches (Hello)
I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad b*tch and her friends on, ooh, ooh
I'ma bust all on the skin tone
I be masked up, ask Ken Jeong, ooh, ooh
Dark haired b*tches like Shego (Pew)
I like 'em blonde like me though (Yeah)
Although I'm Don Corleone (Brrat)
I will still slide like Neo, uh (Hello)
Keef all around my pre-roll (Yeah)
New Orleans, n*gga, sono Creolo
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deepthroat?"
I just better not feel your teeth, ho

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
What's poppin'? (Poppin')
Brand new whip, just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that b*tch like Stockton (It ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (Ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (Mmh, mmh)
SportsCenter, top ten
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