2022
2:29
Official Music Video
Hall Of Fame by Young T & Bugsey
Lyrics & Translation
English
(Quincy, tell 'em)
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves with 'em
We can't starve with 'em, yeah
Keep my hunchos in the safe
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, yeah
Pop it for me, ain't no shame
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, yeah
Crodie cripping all the way
Yeah, no love with 'em
Uh, Crenshaw with it, yeah
Ay, Quincy, run that back (load it up)
Listen, I just made some hunchos, made it acrobat
Brand New Gucci, black on black (uh-huh)
I be running laps, you ain't gang, we add on tax (uh-huh)
She ain't here for chat
Fuck me now, she arch her back (she arch it)
I just stand on facts (straight facts)
Ay, Dior Dior runners, bro, I stand on cash
Who's your boy? I have to ask (ah)
Watch that car, keep driving past
I met your chick, I had a blast
Said she into art, I paint her face like Art Attack
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane (ah, ah)
Can't go halves with 'em
We can't starve with 'em, yeah
Keep my hunchos in the safe (keep it in a box)
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, yeah
Pop it for me, ain't no shame (pop it for me, for me, for me)
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, yeah
Crodie cripping all the way (okay, okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, no love with 'em
Uh, Crenshaw with it, yeah
Freezer on me, big boogers hall of fame
Ooh, she calling me, Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Ah, ah, fickle on me, you'll take your love away
The crab is cocoa baked, I'm in Ocho, Mammee Bay
You know I peak the game, cookie in the Range
Put the rubies on the face
Side piece get me in trouble, you know your friend and she lying
Was with my D-O-and the G is double (she lying)
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves with 'em
We can't starve with 'em, yeah
Keep my hunchos in the safe (keep it in a box)
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, yeah
Pop it for me, ain't no shame (pop it for me, for me, for me)
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, yeah
Crodie cripping all the way (okay, okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, no love with 'em
Uh, Crenshaw with it, yeah
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Hall Of Fame by Young T & Bugsey
Hall Of Fame* (original Young T & Bugsey)
(Quincy, tell 'em)
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves with 'em
We can't starve with 'em, yeah
Keep my hunchos in the safe
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, yeah
Pop it for me, ain't no shame
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, yeah
Crodie cripping all the way
Yeah, no love with 'em
Uh, Crenshaw with it, yeah
Ay, Quincy, run that back (load it up)
Listen, I just made some hunchos, made it acrobat
Brand New Gucci, black on black (uh-huh)
I be running laps, you ain't gang, we add on tax (uh-huh)
She ain't here for chat
Fuck me now, she arch her back (she arch it)
I just stand on facts (straight facts)
Ay, Dior Dior runners, bro, I stand on cash
Who's your boy? I have to ask (ah)
Watch that car, keep driving past
I met your chick, I had a blast
Said she into art, I paint her face like Art Attack
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane (ah, ah)
Can't go halves with 'em
We can't starve with 'em, yeah
Keep my hunchos in the safe (keep it in a box)
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, yeah
Pop it for me, ain't no shame (pop it for me, for me, for me)
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, yeah
Crodie cripping all the way (okay, okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, no love with 'em
Uh, Crenshaw with it, yeah
Freezer on me, big boogers hall of fame
Ooh, she calling me, Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Ah, ah, fickle on me, you'll take your love away
The crab is cocoa baked, I'm in Ocho, Mammee Bay
You know I peak the game, cookie in the Range
Put the rubies on the face
Side piece get me in trouble, you know your friend and she lying
Was with my D-O-and the G is double (she lying)
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves with 'em
We can't starve with 'em, yeah
Keep my hunchos in the safe (keep it in a box)
See her jaw twitching
Uh, she slopping me, yeah
Pop it for me, ain't no shame (pop it for me, for me, for me)
Just don't fall for me
Yeah, don't fall for me, yeah
Crodie cripping all the way (okay, okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, no love with 'em
Uh, Crenshaw with it, yeah
Hall Of Fame (traducción LyricVerse Team)
(Quincy, diles)
Gucci puesto, somos Gucci Mane
No podemos ir a medias con ellos
No podemos morir de hambre con ellos, sí
Guardo mis billetes en la caja fuerte
Veo su mandíbula temblar
Uh, ella me está sirviendo, sí
Báilame, no hay vergüenza
Solo no te enamores de mí
Sí, no te enamores de mí, sí
Crodie a tope
Sí, sin amor con ellos
Uh, Crenshaw presente, sí
Ay, Quincy, ponlo de nuevo (cárgalo)
Escucha, acabo de hacer unos billetes, lo hice con agilidad
Gucci nuevo, negro sobre negro (uh-huh)
Estoy dando vueltas, no eres de la pandilla, te añadimos impuestos (uh-huh)
Ella no está aquí para charlar
Fóllame ahora, ella arquea la espalda (ella la arquea)
Solo me baso en hechos (hechos puros)
Ay, zapatillas Dior Dior, hermano, me baso en el dinero
¿Quién es tu chico? Tengo que preguntar (ah)
Vigila ese coche, sigue pasando
Conocí a tu chica, me lo pasé genial
Dijo que le gustaba el arte, le pinto la cara como Art Attack
Gucci puesto, somos Gucci Mane (ah, ah)
No podemos ir a medias con ellos
No podemos morir de hambre con ellos, sí
Guardo mis billetes en la caja fuerte (guárdalo en una caja)
Veo su mandíbula temblar
Uh, ella me está sirviendo, sí
Báilame, no hay vergüenza (báilame, para mí, para mí)
Solo no te enamores de mí
Sí, no te enamores de mí, sí
Crodie a tope (okay, okay, okay, okay)
Sí, sin amor con ellos
Uh, Crenshaw presente, sí
Joyas encima, grandes joyas salón de la fama
Ooh, ella me está llamando, Marvin Gaye y Chardonnay
Ah, ah, inconstante conmigo, te llevarás tu amor
El cangrejo está horneado con cacao, estoy en Ocho, Mammee Bay
Sabes que domino el juego, galleta en el Range
Ponte los rubíes en la cara
La amante me mete en problemas, conoces a tu amiga y ella miente
Estaba con mi D-O-y la G es doble (ella miente)
Gucci puesto, somos Gucci Mane
No podemos ir a medias con ellos
No podemos morir de hambre con ellos, sí
Guardo mis billetes en la caja fuerte (guárdalo en una caja)
Veo su mandíbula temblar
Uh, ella me está sirviendo, sí
Báilame, no hay vergüenza (báilame, para mí, para mí)
Solo no te enamores de mí
Sí, no te enamores de mí, sí
Crodie a tope (okay, okay, okay, okay)
Sí, sin amor con ellos
Uh, Crenshaw presente, sí
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