Kizaru & Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Honey’s Kettle (English Translation) lyrics

[English translation of «Honey's Kettle»]

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I am at LA with five bad b*tches and they lickin'
I am at Honey's Kettle eatin' pancakes and chicken
I got diamonds in my mouth and they glistenin'
Tried to run, shot him in the back like Ricky
(Damn, we-e, po-po-po-pow, wow-wow!)

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fifty rounds in the Drac', I'ma make it sing
Ooh, that b*tch a freak
She f*ckin', suckin', doin' everything
Solitaire carat earrings
These ain't no b*tch scream
Ooh, she suck the di*k
She swallow nut, good protein
Yeah, fifty pointers on my neck
I ain't sayin' sh*t, rock that Gucci head to toe
I look like mannequin (I do)
Hundred bands, I'm gamblin'
Come for the sack, I'm scramblin'
Gelato, sherbet, cannabis
Chicken eat henequen
I got rich and I know I ain't sh*t
Shoot that n*ggas, I don't know how to diss
Five thousand on Gucci fit
Dior fenders, Ludacris, damn, that's crazy
Can't get money 'cause you lazy
So quit with all that hatin'
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I am at LA with five bad b*tches and they lickin'
I am at Honey's Kettle eatin' pancakes and chicken
I got diamonds in my mouth and they glistenin'
Tried to run, shot him in the back like Ricky
(Damn, we-e, po-po-po-pow, wow-wow!)

[Verse 2: Kizaru]
You better pray (go to church)
Private jet Nice (luxury)
They thought I'd give up
Now look at their faces (just look)
No flirting, just wanna f*ck you (what?)
A couple of lines, Rémy Martin
Then blow up (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
I flew into the flat (flat)
Like an aviator (tell them)
Paw wash paw (Paw)
It's better not to p*ss off dad (dad)
You talking bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
Boy, go f*ck yourself (f*ck you)
Made a test purchase (purchase)
With my own brother (brother)
Made a revolution - Copernicus (a, a)
You all brokes, show me who the opponent is (who the f*ck?)
Too much trap sh*t Niko Bellic
Only gang sh*t, Free Yung Melly
I'll put these suckers on the ground
They've all gone too far (pow-pow-pow)
Imma your Cap, I'll show you how to make trap (no cap)
I'll show you how to earn your bread (as it is, n*gga)
The numbers on my accounts don't lie (they don't lie)
But I'll be hoodrich, till I die (but I won't die)
When I say, ha, I get paid a lot (a lot of money)
I don't have time, I don't have time to spend (cash-cash-cash)
They ask how I got through all this (a)
Everyday smoking doja
b*tch, I'm antisocial (I'm antisocial)
45th MAC-10, pow-pow
I have platinum on the street before on the beats (tell them)
I'm blowing up gushers while you're f*cking with my chips (High)
The stones shine bright, I don't need a flash (no flash)
A whole forest of buds, with a squad of little brothers
Ski masks on everybody, but we don't ski
M-m, God bless, I'm from trap-flats, f*ck them all, have vision
They're playing cat and mouse; arguing about who's f*cking OG