
2019
1:51
Official Music Video
Adlibs Pt. 2 by Jay Critch
Lyrics & Translation
English
Had to steal for the money, we got past
Shit get real outside, shit get tragic
Niggas still outside we in traffic
Niggas still ain't fucking with my ad-libs
I gotta have it, buying all the newest fabric
Jessica Rabbit, I put karats on a bad bitch
Soon as the bag in, flip it over like gymnastics
I gotta have it, so I ain't doing no relaxing
You know that I do the most for the cheese
I was down bad but I got this shit busting, we came a long way looking out for the Ds
Same nigga used to serve you Robitussin
The block is hot but the chain is on freeze
I'm talking money and they saying nothing
She do her thing when she get on her knees
I get the mouth but there is no discussion
I'm switching lanes in the Ghost I'm a phantom
It's 30 gang we don't fuck with no randoms
And when I get to the racks it's a and-1
See my whole team scoring no they can't stand em
Gotta make it flip but I really want the Bentley coupe
If you get a bag and lose it all then you been a fool
I got mob ties way deeper than your swimming pool
You ain't gonna hear me talking about it on no interviews
Matches just told me that he proud of me
I be working, tryna triple my salary (triple my salary)
Look at they face, can't believe that they doubted me
Hate in my heart, had to get that shit out of me
Falling apart, niggas need a new battery
Diamonds be beating, I might catch me a battery
I was sleepy, fill my lungs with the Cali weed
Top smut, think I got em all mad at me
Pop up in her mouth like a cavity
You still pop, shit is a tragedy
We just hit a stain on the Ps, you was dead wrong
Champagne on the PJ with the leg room
I don't pop beans smoke weed 'til my head gone
And if you get this shit backwards its redrum
She smoke this D like a Backwood her head strong
I went outside looking for someone to flex on
Had to steal for the money, we got past
Shit get real outside, shit get tragic
Niggas still outside we in traffic
Niggas still ain't fucking with my ad-libs
I gotta have it, buying all the newest fabric
Jessica Rabbit, I put karats on a bad bitch
Soon as the bag in, flip it over like gymnastics
I gotta have it, so I ain't doing no relaxing
You know that I do the most for the cheese
I was down bad but I got this shit busting, we came a long way looking out for the Ds
Same nigga used to serve you Robitussin
The block is hot but the chain is on freeze
I'm talking money and they saying nothing
She do her thing when she get on her knees
I get the mouth but there is no discussion
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.

Spanish translation of Adlibs Pt. 2 by Jay Critch
Adlibs Pt. 2* (original Jay Critch)
Had to steal for the money, we got past
Shit get real outside, shit get tragic
Niggas still outside we in traffic
Niggas still ain't fucking with my ad-libs
I gotta have it, buying all the newest fabric
Jessica Rabbit, I put karats on a bad bitch
Soon as the bag in, flip it over like gymnastics
I gotta have it, so I ain't doing no relaxing
You know that I do the most for the cheese
I was down bad but I got this shit busting, we came a long way looking out for the Ds
Same nigga used to serve you Robitussin
The block is hot but the chain is on freeze
I'm talking money and they saying nothing
She do her thing when she get on her knees
I get the mouth but there is no discussion
I'm switching lanes in the Ghost I'm a phantom
It's 30 gang we don't fuck with no randoms
And when I get to the racks it's a and-1
See my whole team scoring no they can't stand em
Gotta make it flip but I really want the Bentley coupe
If you get a bag and lose it all then you been a fool
I got mob ties way deeper than your swimming pool
You ain't gonna hear me talking about it on no interviews
Matches just told me that he proud of me
I be working, tryna triple my salary (triple my salary)
Look at they face, can't believe that they doubted me
Hate in my heart, had to get that shit out of me
Falling apart, niggas need a new battery
Diamonds be beating, I might catch me a battery
I was sleepy, fill my lungs with the Cali weed
Top smut, think I got em all mad at me
Pop up in her mouth like a cavity
You still pop, shit is a tragedy
We just hit a stain on the Ps, you was dead wrong
Champagne on the PJ with the leg room
I don't pop beans smoke weed 'til my head gone
And if you get this shit backwards its redrum
She smoke this D like a Backwood her head strong
I went outside looking for someone to flex on
Had to steal for the money, we got past
Shit get real outside, shit get tragic
Niggas still outside we in traffic
Niggas still ain't fucking with my ad-libs
I gotta have it, buying all the newest fabric
Jessica Rabbit, I put karats on a bad bitch
Soon as the bag in, flip it over like gymnastics
I gotta have it, so I ain't doing no relaxing
You know that I do the most for the cheese
I was down bad but I got this shit busting, we came a long way looking out for the Ds
Same nigga used to serve you Robitussin
The block is hot but the chain is on freeze
I'm talking money and they saying nothing
She do her thing when she get on her knees
I get the mouth but there is no discussion
Adlibs Pt. 2 (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Tuve que robar por dinero, lo superamos
Las cosas se ponen serias afuera, las cosas se ponen trágicas
Los negros siguen afuera, estamos en el tráfico
Los negros todavía no se meten con mis ad-libs
Tengo que tenerlo, comprando la tela más nueva
Jessica Rabbit, le puse quilates a una perra mala
Tan pronto como entra el bolso, lo volteo como gimnasia
Tengo que tenerlo, así que no estoy relajándome
Sabes que hago lo máximo por el queso
Estaba jodido pero tengo esto funcionando, hemos llegado lejos cuidando a los Ds
El mismo negro que solía venderte Robitussin
La cuadra está caliente pero la cadena está congelada
Estoy hablando de dinero y ellos no dicen nada
Ella hace lo suyo cuando se arrodilla
Me dan la boca pero no hay discusión
Estoy cambiando de carril en el Ghost, soy un fantasma
Somos la pandilla 30, no nos metemos con aleatorios
Y cuando llego a los fajos, es un 'and-1'
Veo a todo mi equipo anotando, no pueden con ellos
Tengo que hacerlo girar pero realmente quiero el Bentley coupe
Si consigues un bolso y lo pierdes todo, entonces has sido un tonto
Tengo lazos de mafia más profundos que tu piscina
No me oirás hablar de ello en ninguna entrevista
Matches acaba de decirme que está orgulloso de mí
Estoy trabajando, intentando triplicar mi salario (triplicar mi salario)
Miren sus caras, no pueden creer que dudaron de mí
Odio en mi corazón, tuve que sacármelo
Desmoronándome, los negros necesitan una batería nueva
Los diamantes golpean, podría atrapar una batería
Tenía sueño, lleno mis pulmones con la hierba de Cali
Lo mejor, creo que los tengo a todos en mi contra
Aparezco en su boca como una caries
Sigues apareciendo, la cosa es una tragedia
Acabamos de golpear una mancha en las P, estabas completamente equivocado
Champán en el PJ con espacio para las piernas
No tomo pastillas, fumo hierba hasta que mi cabeza se va
Y si entiendes esto al revés es 'redrum'
Ella fuma este D como un Backwood, su cabeza es fuerte
Salí a buscar a alguien con quien presumir
Tuve que robar por dinero, lo superamos
Las cosas se ponen serias afuera, las cosas se ponen trágicas
Los negros siguen afuera, estamos en el tráfico
Los negros todavía no se meten con mis ad-libs
Tengo que tenerlo, comprando la tela más nueva
Jessica Rabbit, le puse quilates a una perra mala
Tan pronto como entra el bolso, lo volteo como gimnasia
Tengo que tenerlo, así que no estoy relajándome
Sabes que hago lo máximo por el queso
Estaba jodido pero tengo esto funcionando, hemos llegado lejos cuidando a los Ds
El mismo negro que solía venderte Robitussin
La cuadra está caliente pero la cadena está congelada
Estoy hablando de dinero y ellos no dicen nada
Ella hace lo suyo cuando se arrodilla
Me dan la boca pero no hay discusión
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