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I Know You Strapped by Lil Wyte
Lyrics & Translation
English
Know what I'm sayin
this mothafucking song dedicated
to them weak ass bitches that follow me in the club
on that weed, that white, that liquor, the whole xanax bars
That X whatever the fuck they on
You know what I'm sayin?
They think cause they drunk and they crunk
and they got a unit in the trunk that they just some hard mothafuckers
You know what I'm sayin?
But really they's the weak bitches
You know what I'm sayin?
You fall up in V.I.P. (HCP) thats the real killas sittin in the back
waitin on yo mothafuckin ass, you know what I'm sayin?
Bitch
Smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk
Now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin that you crunk
You ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
All it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight
In the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit
Security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
Implantin this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line
Again it's standin full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
Biggest, badest, roughest motha fucker, but ya still a bitch
I'm comin in crunker than the others for the fuck of it
Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
Have ya shakin, fakin, body achin by the time I'm done
Legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit
Peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin me to quit
Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
Just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk
I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard
And knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line
In ya mind now yous a killer
Damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha fucker down a
Little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to slow down
I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a damn fool
Runnin lip talkin shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
Now ya hard very hard ballin down the boulevard, pissy pants doin ya dance
I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
Faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
Watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones
Had to repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt
Hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact
But I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back
Next time when you step to the plate come back and just let it rip
Stead of bitchin out I thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip
Holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade away
Makin fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch
Until then just keep on drinkin smokin snortin up some shit
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of I Know You Strapped by Lil Wyte
I Know You Strapped* (original Lil Wyte)
Know what I'm sayin
this mothafucking song dedicated
to them weak ass bitches that follow me in the club
on that weed, that white, that liquor, the whole xanax bars
That X whatever the fuck they on
You know what I'm sayin?
They think cause they drunk and they crunk
and they got a unit in the trunk that they just some hard mothafuckers
You know what I'm sayin?
But really they's the weak bitches
You know what I'm sayin?
You fall up in V.I.P. (HCP) thats the real killas sittin in the back
waitin on yo mothafuckin ass, you know what I'm sayin?
Bitch
Smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk
Now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin that you crunk
You ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
All it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight
In the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit
Security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
Implantin this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line
Again it's standin full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
Biggest, badest, roughest motha fucker, but ya still a bitch
I'm comin in crunker than the others for the fuck of it
Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
Have ya shakin, fakin, body achin by the time I'm done
Legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit
Peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin me to quit
Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
Just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk
I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard
And knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line
In ya mind now yous a killer
Damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha fucker down a
Little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to slow down
I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a damn fool
Runnin lip talkin shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
Now ya hard very hard ballin down the boulevard, pissy pants doin ya dance
I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
Faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
Watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones
Had to repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt
Hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact
But I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back
Next time when you step to the plate come back and just let it rip
Stead of bitchin out I thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip
Holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade away
Makin fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch
Until then just keep on drinkin smokin snortin up some shit
I Know You Strapped (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sabes lo que digo
esta puta canción dedicada
a esas perras débiles que me siguen en el club
con esa hierba, esa blanca, ese licor, todas las barras de xanax
Esa X lo que sea que estén tomando
¿Sabes lo que digo?
Piensan que porque están borrachos y animados
y tienen una unidad en el maletero que son unos putos duros
¿Sabes lo que digo?
Pero en realidad son las perras débiles
¿Sabes lo que digo?
Te metes en el V.I.P. (HCP) ahí están los verdaderos asesinos sentados atrás
esperando tu puto culo, ¿sabes lo que digo?
Puta
Fuma un porro, emborráchate, métete una raya de esa mierda
Ahora te metes en el lugar y piensas que estás animado
No estás animado, eres un cobarde, y te lo mostraré esta noche
Solo hace falta que un asesino dé un paso y podemos empezar una pelea
En medio del club, puta, ¿qué pasa? podemos hacer esta mierda
La seguridad no se va a meter porque le tienen miedo a esto
Implantando esto en tu cerebro para que sepas la próxima vez que cruces la línea
De nuevo estará lleno de pecado cuando te metas con el jefe
El más grande, el más malo, el más rudo hijo de puta, pero sigues siendo una perra
Vengo más animado que los demás por joder
Las botellas de licor te golpean más fuerte que el jarabe cuando te caes
Te harán temblar, fingir, el cuerpo te dolerá cuando termine
Legalmente esto no está bien, pero pregúntame si me importa una mierda
Pacíficamente leeré tus derechos y te haré rogarme que pare
Dale a tu hierba y licor o lo que sea que se necesite para saltar
Solo recuerda, solo porque la cagaste no significa que estés animado
Sé que estás armado, pero a ustedes los cobardes les gusta hacerse los duros
Y sabiendo que no quieres que te acusen de asesinato
Mira, a los tontos les gusta llenarse de esa hierba y licor, esnifar una raya
En tu mente ahora eres un asesino
Maldita sea, hombre, maldita sea, Paul, hombre, quizás tengas que bajarle el ritmo a este hijo de puta un
Poquito, hombre, estoy con ese jarabe, hombre, estoy drogado y borracho, hombre, necesitas bajar el ritmo
No te tengo miedo solo porque viniste actuando como un maldito tonto
Hablando mierda, apostaría a que no lo harías sin tu herramienta
Ahora eres duro, muy duro, rodando por el bulevar, con los pantalones meados haciendo tu baile
Estoy detrás de ti en un coche más rápido, débil como el agua, igual que tu mamá, papá y tu
Facultad, rápidamente suelda tus labios para que no tropieces o hables de mí
Mírame acercarme sigilosamente por detrás con armas y eliminarte uno por uno
Tuve que volver a pintar las paredes contigo mientras fumabas tu porro
Odio ser quien te muestre que las drogas matan y eso es un hecho
Pero me encanta ser yo quien te puso la bala en la espalda
La próxima vez que te acerques al plato, vuelve y déjalo ir
En lugar de acobardarte, pensé que estabas animado, corriste de vuelta a tu coche
El espíritu santo está en ti, cuando me ves te desvaneces
Burlándome de todos ustedes, cobardes, impulsados por un paquete de bay
Ojalá algún día descubras que al final solo eres una perra
Hasta entonces, sigue bebiendo, fumando, esnifando alguna mierda
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