Lirik Lagu Drake – Pain 1993 Arti & Terjemahan

Arti lirik Pain 1993 beserta terjemahan Dt. Playboi Carti

[Intro: Drake]
(Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Nigga tidak harus di hargai
Niggas just gotta accept
Nigga hanya perlu diterima
I put that top left
Aku berjanji
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Aku cinta saudaraku sampai mati
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it direct
Jika kau tidak bicara langsung
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
Jangan pedulikan

[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]
I put some ice on her hand
Aku menaruh es di tangannya
I let her take an advance
Aku biarkan dia mengambil keputusan
Shit wasn’t goin’ as planned
Sial tidak berjalan seperti yang di rencanakan
I put that shit in the van
Aku membawanya kedalam mobil
She gotta move with her friend
Dia harus pindah dengan temannya
Heard she went back to her man
Kudengar dia kembali ke suaminya
Give a fuck, ayy
Jangan pedulikan
I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot it’s the Kawhi way, it’s goin’ in
Me and lil’ Sicko sittin’ sideways, breakin’ tens
Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin’ friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)
If she’s bringin’ four friends, I know I’ll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got ’em all tannin’ by the pool and they greased up (Okay)
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain’t nobody makin’ too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper ’cause I’m never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Beep, beep, beep)
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept (‘Cept)
I put that top left (Ayy)
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X (Beep)
If you don’t say it direct (Beep)
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)
Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)
Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)
Every time I’m home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (Just threw these pills, uh)
Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (Shawty just pulled up)
I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)
And I know I’m on top, but I want more (Okay)
Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Yohji)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)
That Lam’ truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)
Yeah, she keep textin’ my phone, I’ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Yeah)
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it direct
Jika kau tidak bicara langsung
Could give a fuck (Okay), ayy, yeah, yeah
Jangan pedulikan

Sumber lirik: Genius
Bantuan translate: Google
Penulis lagu: Pi’erre Bourne, Playboi Carti & Drake
Lirik Pain 1993 © Ovo Sound, Universal Music Group

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