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Description
The bass beats, and the air becomes slightly denser - as if the smell of gasoline has mixed with the perfume from the club's restroom. Everything here is at its limit: the body, the sound, the confidence. The world has narrowed down to a rhythm where decisions are made not with the head, but with the movement of the shoulders. No “why” or “what for” - just “that's how it is.”
There is no room for drama in this sound - only the dexterity, excitement, and slight fatigue of those who have been spinning the world on their finger for too long. A little cynicism, a little sex, a little self-confidence - just the right combination to blow your mind, but you still come back for more. And it's true: sometimes one glance, one “and that's it” is enough to give the night meaning.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Way oh, way oh, way oh, way. You're wrong.
Way oh, way oh, way oh, way. You're wrong.
Way oh, way oh, way oh, way. You're wrong. Way oh, way oh, way oh, way.
Watch behind my ears. Impatient with that paper, I put pressure on my peers.
Long hair silk pillow, that Versace on my tears.
Slide around in this big body, do karate when I steer. She just snapped my soul, I had an out-of-body experience.
Fucking on the low, me and shorty, we done done it all.
Sprawled out on the floor, call that lil' number, I have slipped and fall. Help. I'm balling, I can't get up.
I'm balling, I can't get enough. Pour up with my niggas, hold on.
Pour up with my niggas, come and toss until we comatose. Pull a P. J.
Moore number, niggas flying coast to coast.
Greet me when you see me, but I don't trust a hate or a hoe. Always be the one that's broke, always wanna say the most.
Huh, but say less. She know I'ma pull up on her, and that's that.
She know I'ma crack her like she got a bad back. She don't even ask a nigga for the CashApp.
Shit, and that's that.
And that's that.
Oh, shit, damn.
All you gotta do is tell her who I am. And that's that.
She gonna pull up with a partner and a friend. And that's that. I'ma do it, baby, stick and no syringe.
And that's that. You fell off 'cause you was chasing all the trends.
And that's that. I only chase the paper, liquor. And that's that. I'm a Northside nigga.
And that's that.
Woke up on the West. Water for my woman, drip like water on my neck.
I ain't got no worries, tell your shorty she can jet.
Beauty of the week, she look like something out a jet. Say you sick of dogs, nigga, sound like you a vet.
How you trust one? It's only fond of a nigga with a trust fund.
That's your twin, bring her in, it's a plus one.
She know her bag when she see it if she touch one, yeah. On the commission, there ain't nothing that's out my league.
Beauty and the Beast, I swore her body tea. Stay underwater for as long as I can breathe.
She get addicted, she come running back to me.
And that's that. She gonna take a shot of gin in that Benz, half black.
She gonna stick it where she can to conceal my gat.
She say, "Fuck them other men," 'cause you hit them like that. Oh, shit, damn.
All you gotta do is tell her who I am. And that's that.
She gonna pull up with a partner and a friend. And that's that. I'ma do it, baby, stick and no syringe.
And that's that. You fell off 'cause you was chasing all the trends.
And that's that. I only chase the paper, liquor. And that's that. I'm a Northside nigga.
And that's that.
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