Исполнитель: Drake

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Песня: It‘s Up
[Intro: Drake]
I love all my friends,
Thinkin' about this life I provide for them,
This world has some real things dividin' them,
My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him,
My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.,
I get knocked down, they help me rise again,
Ref1 leave the game, I'm sayin' bye with him.

Drake, turn this shit the fuck up!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't care about my opps, (I don't care about my opps)
I don't care about my opps, (I don't care about no opps)
I don't care about my opps, (I don't care about no opp)
Yeah, take a pic, (Take a pic) Richard Millie, no stopwatch, (Let's go, uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips gobblin on my cock. (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no mothafuckin' watch, nah, (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot, (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a) bystander,
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number.

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
I just picked up something from Mercedes, it's a one of one,
Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month.
Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this,
We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is.

[Verse 1: Drake]
I told the promoter tonight, "Put me across from they section",
We don't play patty cake, they just be lettin' us in, we don't do the inspection,
I can't sleep at night with Thug at Cobb County Corrections,
I think he did enough reflectin', I think my brother learned his lesson.
It's all just a part of the game, we all gotta roll with protection,
And just like the mothafuckin' judge, the hammers come out for objections.
Nigga, what's up? A hundred and forty-three Rolexes in my collection,
I put the horns on the front of the 'Bach, you know Drizzy gon' roll like a Texan,
She textin' she love me, the Mexicans love me, I'm out here just makin' connections,
And Junior Boy rollin' like Cinco de Mayo, he may hold a fifth in possession,
The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election,
You niggas is overprotective with hoes, I'm already over the next one.
I'm at 48 with Ty and the vino, we drunk, it's not even a question,
These niggas tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down at reception, ayy!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I don't care about my opps, (I don't care about my opps)
I don't care about my opps, (I don't care about no opps)
I don't care about my opps, (I don't care about no opp)
Yeah, take a pic, (Take a pic) Richard Millie, no stopwatch, (Let's go, uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips gobblin on my cock. (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no mothafuckin' watch, nah, (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot, (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a) bystander,
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number. (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one
Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this
We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
You hang around too many niggas that's pussy, you gotta be pussy,
If it's on sight, up your gun on me, all that muggin and lookin.
Yeah, niggas doin all that woofin, pussy,
4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit,
I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and niggas ain't on shit,
My opps together, but I don't discriminate, I got em both hit,
Them niggas be lyin, they niggas be dyin and they don't never post shit.
No rap cap come out my mouth, made a couple songs, think he hot now,
Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now, broad daylight, he got shot down,
Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round, bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now,
Goin' live'll get your ass popped now, seem like everybody want an opp now.
Leavin him flatline, Slaughter Gang, knife in the back, I'm on that time,
Turn him to a hashtag, make him a "long live," niggas ain't my kind,
Tried and true, I'ma pop mine, I was seventeen with a Glock 9,
I wanna see red, stop sign, I wanna see red, Clifford.
She keep tryna rip off my zipper, I moved to LA, I'm a Clipper,
He think with his dick, he a tricker, get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her,
We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell,
Say hello to the four-nickel, I got a magazine, who got an issue?
Givin' out smoke, pussy, my trigger finger broke,
Don't try me like no ho, I always let it blow,
I pull up, fah, score, nigga, we caught him by that store.
How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?
I'm Slaughter Gang OVO,
A half a million a show, but I still walk in with that pole, idiot!

[Outro: Drake]
Ayy, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz, T.R.U.,
Bitch, I'm 21, bitch, I'm not 22,
Knockin' off the namebrand, niggas in your crew,
Heard you miss your dogs, now it's long live who?
Idiot!
Yeah!

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[Вступление: Drake]
Я люблю всех своих друзей,
Подумайте, какую жизнь я им обеспечиваю,
Но в мире есть замесы, которые их разделяют,
Моя "правая рука" — мусульманин, но я лягу за него костьми,
Мой гастрольный менеджер бухой уже в пять вечера,
Если меня свалят, то они помогут мне встать,
Если Реф1 выйдет из игры, я завяжу вместе с ним. 1..... [открыть перевод]

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