Official Music Video
Built To Last by Future
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
[Future:]
Went to sleep on Ferragamo
Got a closet for a condo
I might wake up in a penthouse like I'm inside Neiman Marcus
Popping tags and I'm heartless
I'm a hustler and a artist
I roll me up a forest
I can freestyle a portrait
A couple hundred thou' cash, coming for the fortunes
I'm living in the skybox, Louis V, Porches
Purple drink endorsing, horseshoe, no horses
Six gear Porches, y'all niggas extorting
Lesson for a check, Corvette on my neck
Catch me running to the guala, bet I won't break a sweat
Bad bitches, good sex, good bottom, good neck
Give her two thumbs up, real niggas rock baguettes
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
It's like peace up, A down
Rich nigga, cash cow
My ice, bling-blaow
Fuck later, we eating now
Stack white boys, Ace Miles
Make it rain like grey clouds
Bad bitch, front seat, ass up, face down
Fear the black cats, I'm superstitious
Swagger right, true to my religion
Glass pot, metal fork, whole block water whipping
Haters hate every day, wishing they could play my position
Came up without a pot to piss in
Bent ends we hitting
Foreign coupes, we whipping
Playing around, your ass end up missing
Dunked out, found by a fisherman
Smoke your ass like a swisher
Rose by the pitcher, got lean by the liter
Treat every day like it's my birthday
Fresh like every day we [?]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
[Future:]
You living in the past, I'm making moves for my kid's kids
New era, no lens, put piranhas on your wig
You will never think again, your whole face sinking in
Put your brain in the wig
At the bottom of the lake pussy niggas can't swim
At the top of the fountain, you tryna soak it in
Banging on this Colombian chick, I'm praying for my sins
Can't fold in the trenches, won't break, won't bend
[?]
Future setting trends
Let him blossom, no kid
Paper tags, wipe me off
Poor nigga, high class
No Pistol, no mask
Future coming for your stash
Went to sleep counting cash, woke up in a Jag
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Built To Last by Future
Built To Last* (original Future)
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
[Future:]
Went to sleep on Ferragamo
Got a closet for a condo
I might wake up in a penthouse like I'm inside Neiman Marcus
Popping tags and I'm heartless
I'm a hustler and a artist
I roll me up a forest
I can freestyle a portrait
A couple hundred thou' cash, coming for the fortunes
I'm living in the skybox, Louis V, Porches
Purple drink endorsing, horseshoe, no horses
Six gear Porches, y'all niggas extorting
Lesson for a check, Corvette on my neck
Catch me running to the guala, bet I won't break a sweat
Bad bitches, good sex, good bottom, good neck
Give her two thumbs up, real niggas rock baguettes
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
It's like peace up, A down
Rich nigga, cash cow
My ice, bling-blaow
Fuck later, we eating now
Stack white boys, Ace Miles
Make it rain like grey clouds
Bad bitch, front seat, ass up, face down
Fear the black cats, I'm superstitious
Swagger right, true to my religion
Glass pot, metal fork, whole block water whipping
Haters hate every day, wishing they could play my position
Came up without a pot to piss in
Bent ends we hitting
Foreign coupes, we whipping
Playing around, your ass end up missing
Dunked out, found by a fisherman
Smoke your ass like a swisher
Rose by the pitcher, got lean by the liter
Treat every day like it's my birthday
Fresh like every day we [?]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
[Future:]
You living in the past, I'm making moves for my kid's kids
New era, no lens, put piranhas on your wig
You will never think again, your whole face sinking in
Put your brain in the wig
At the bottom of the lake pussy niggas can't swim
At the top of the fountain, you tryna soak it in
Banging on this Colombian chick, I'm praying for my sins
Can't fold in the trenches, won't break, won't bend
[?]
Future setting trends
Let him blossom, no kid
Paper tags, wipe me off
Poor nigga, high class
No Pistol, no mask
Future coming for your stash
Went to sleep counting cash, woke up in a Jag
[Young Dose:]
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
I went to sleep with a sweat, woke up popping tags
Couple hundred thousand cash, wipe me down with a rag
Got two hundred on the dash, put piranhas on your ass
Real niggas built to last, this the future, fuck the past
Built To Last (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Young Dose:]
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
[Future:]
Me fui a dormir en Ferragamo
Tengo un armario como un condominio
Podría despertarme en un ático como si estuviera dentro de Neiman Marcus
Quitando etiquetas y soy despiadado
Soy un hustler y un artista
Me enrollo un bosque
Puedo improvisar un retrato
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, viniendo por las fortunas
Estoy viviendo en el palco, Louis V, Porches
Bebida morada patrocinando, herradura, sin caballos
Porches de seis marchas, ustedes, negros, extorsionando
Lección por un cheque, Corvette en mi cuello
Atrápame corriendo hacia la guala, apuesto a que no sudaré
Malas perras, buen sexo, buen trasero, buen cuello
Dale dos pulgares arriba, los negros de verdad lucen baguettes
[Young Dose:]
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
Es como paz arriba, A abajo
Negro rico, vaca de efectivo
Mi hielo, bling-blaow
A la mierda después, estamos comiendo ahora
Apila chicos blancos, Ace Miles
Haz que llueva como nubes grises
Mala perra, asiento delantero, culo arriba, cara abajo
Teme a los gatos negros, soy supersticioso
Swagger correcto, fiel a mi religión
Olla de vidrio, tenedor de metal, todo el bloque azotando agua
Los que odian, odian todos los días, deseando poder jugar mi posición
Surgí sin una olla para mear
Extremos doblados que estamos golpeando
Cupés extranjeros, estamos azotando
Jugando, tu trasero termina desapareciendo
Hundido, encontrado por un pescador
Fuma tu trasero como un swisher
Rosa por la jarra, tengo lean por el litro
Trato cada día como si fuera mi cumpleaños
Fresco como todos los días nosotros [?]
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
[Future:]
Estás viviendo en el pasado, estoy haciendo movimientos para los hijos de mis hijos
Nueva era, sin lente, pon pirañas en tu peluca
Nunca volverás a pensar, toda tu cara se hunde
Pon tu cerebro en la peluca
En el fondo del lago los negros maricas no pueden nadar
En la cima de la fuente, estás tratando de empaparte
Golpeando a esta chica colombiana, estoy rezando por mis pecados
No puedo doblarme en las trincheras, no me romperé, no me doblaré
[?]
Future marcando tendencias
Déjalo florecer, sin niño
Etiquetas de papel, límpiame
Negro pobre, clase alta
Sin pistola, sin máscara
Future viene por tu alijo
Me fui a dormir contando dinero, me desperté en un Jag
[Young Dose:]
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
Me fui a dormir sudando, me desperté quitando etiquetas
Un par de cientos de miles en efectivo, límpiame con un trapo
Tengo doscientos en el tablero, pon pirañas en tu trasero
Los negros de verdad están hechos para durar, este es el futuro, a la mierda el pasado
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