Official Music Video
Studio by Blueface
Lyrics & Translation
English
Blueface, baby
Laudiano
Yeah, aight
I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Niggas lookin' up to me like I made it
I was down, you ain't care, now I'm up and they hate it
I hate waitin', but I had to be patient
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest
Only one Blueface because I'm never changin'
When you make it, everybody start to fake it
You wouldn't understand 'less we could switch places
But I ain't trippin', these Balenciagas ain't got no laces
Hate niggas, my Glock racist
Defender workin' with the same nigga judgin' my cases
Went to jail twice, beat both them felonies
They found large amounts but couldn't prove I was sellin' it
Midtown patriot like I'm Bill Belicheck
If you don't want smoke, dumb nigga, then stop inhalin' it
(Stop inhalin' it)
(Broke boy, you don't want smoke)
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Lifestyle expensive
Premium in my Benzes
I tote Glock with extensions
I like a bitch with extensions
Broke boy, don't come up missin' over a mention
I'm just tryna drip in high fashion in a mansion
But I'm never too popular to pop at ya
That .40 go "bang," but the MAC go "grra-ta-ta"
Leave more shots than ticket sales
Leave more shells than Taco Bell
Tote everywhere, I can make bail
Free the mob out them jail cells
Gotta keep a Glock on me like a lunch pail
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Yeah, aight, five bands just to get up close
I been livin' fast, lil' baby, suck slow
I was down 'til I got up in the studio
Hop in the booth, then I let the truth be known
Gotta keep the heat just in case it get too cold
Niggas want smoke 'til it's sparkin' out the .40 nose
Now all these bitches want me like I'm Mike Jones
I'm like a man smokin' at a gas station, I'm finna blow
Niggas want beef 'til I heat the shells for tacos
Just 'cause I put my meat in her cheese, I'm still not yours
You was late, I was on time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wasn't here from the start
You can't get nothing from finish lines
I'm selfish, niggas can't have none 'til I finish mine
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Studio by Blueface
Studio* (original Blueface)
Blueface, baby
Laudiano
Yeah, aight
I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Niggas lookin' up to me like I made it
I was down, you ain't care, now I'm up and they hate it
I hate waitin', but I had to be patient
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest
Only one Blueface because I'm never changin'
When you make it, everybody start to fake it
You wouldn't understand 'less we could switch places
But I ain't trippin', these Balenciagas ain't got no laces
Hate niggas, my Glock racist
Defender workin' with the same nigga judgin' my cases
Went to jail twice, beat both them felonies
They found large amounts but couldn't prove I was sellin' it
Midtown patriot like I'm Bill Belicheck
If you don't want smoke, dumb nigga, then stop inhalin' it
(Stop inhalin' it)
(Broke boy, you don't want smoke)
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Lifestyle expensive
Premium in my Benzes
I tote Glock with extensions
I like a bitch with extensions
Broke boy, don't come up missin' over a mention
I'm just tryna drip in high fashion in a mansion
But I'm never too popular to pop at ya
That .40 go "bang," but the MAC go "grra-ta-ta"
Leave more shots than ticket sales
Leave more shells than Taco Bell
Tote everywhere, I can make bail
Free the mob out them jail cells
Gotta keep a Glock on me like a lunch pail
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Yeah, aight, five bands just to get up close
I been livin' fast, lil' baby, suck slow
I was down 'til I got up in the studio
Hop in the booth, then I let the truth be known
Gotta keep the heat just in case it get too cold
Niggas want smoke 'til it's sparkin' out the .40 nose
Now all these bitches want me like I'm Mike Jones
I'm like a man smokin' at a gas station, I'm finna blow
Niggas want beef 'til I heat the shells for tacos
Just 'cause I put my meat in her cheese, I'm still not yours
You was late, I was on time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wasn't here from the start
You can't get nothing from finish lines
I'm selfish, niggas can't have none 'til I finish mine
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Studio (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Blueface, nena
Laudiano
Sí, está bien
Estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Los negros me admiran como si lo hubiera logrado
Estaba mal, no te importó, ahora estoy arriba y lo odian
Odio esperar, pero tuve que ser paciente
Todo lo que hice, tuve que ser el mejor
Solo un Blueface porque nunca cambio
Cuando lo logras, todos empiezan a fingir
No entenderías a menos que pudiéramos cambiar de lugar
Pero no me quejo, estas Balenciagas no tienen cordones
Odio a los negros, mi Glock es racista
El defensor trabajando con el mismo negro que juzga mis casos
Fui a la cárcel dos veces, gané ambas felonías
Encontraron grandes cantidades pero no pudieron probar que lo vendía
Patriota de Midtown como si fuera Bill Belicheck
Si no quieres problemas, negro tonto, entonces deja de inhalarlo
(Deja de inhalarlo)
(Chico pobre, no quieres problemas)
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Estilo de vida caro
Premium en mis Benzes
Llevo Glock con extensiones
Me gusta una perra con extensiones
Chico pobre, no desaparezcas por una mención
Solo intento lucir alta costura en una mansión
Pero nunca soy demasiado popular para dispararte
Esa .40 hace "bang", pero la MAC hace "grra-ta-ta"
Dejo más disparos que ventas de entradas
Dejo más casquillos que Taco Bell
Llevo a todas partes, puedo pagar fianza
Libera a la mafia de esas celdas
Tengo que llevar una Glock conmigo como una lonchera
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Sí, está bien, cinco mil solo para acercarse
He estado viviendo rápido, nena, chupa lento
Estaba mal hasta que llegué al estudio
Entro a la cabina, luego dejo que la verdad se sepa
Tengo que mantener el calor por si hace demasiado frío
Los negros quieren problemas hasta que sale chispa de la nariz de la .40
Ahora todas estas perras me quieren como si fuera Mike Jones
Soy como un hombre fumando en una gasolinera, voy a explotar
Los negros quieren problemas hasta que caliento los casquillos para tacos
Solo porque puse mi carne en su queso, sigo sin ser tuyo
Llegaste tarde, yo llegué a tiempo
Sí, sí, sí, sí
No estuviste aquí desde el principio
No puedes obtener nada de las líneas de meta
Soy egoísta, los negros no pueden tener nada hasta que termine lo mío
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
Cuando estaba mal, fui al estudio
Entro a la cabina y que se diga la verdad
No soy stripper pero tengo que llevar un palo
Tienen que pagarme ahora solo para acercarse
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