tourist lyrics

[Текст песни «tourist»]

[Интро]
TTS, f*ck

[Припев]
Wake-wake up, wake up in a foreign car, this sh*t makes me feel tourist (Cash)
She said she gon' bring a friend with Percs, I said, "Oh sh*t, of course" (Bet)
Бля, she said she gon' bring a friend, but b*tches gettin' nervous
Bet! She lookin' for coins. Bet! Это не волнует
Mula-mula comin' in my hands, she act a fool like дура
Murda-murda, finna kill that b*tch, ведь она не заткнулась
And is so funny how you gettin' mad — всему виною глупость
And is so dummy, turn yo' back on me, а после повернулась
I'm youngin hustle with them bags, я не ну—, не нуждаюсь в groupies
I'll do that sh*t all by myself, я не ну—, не нуждаюсь в группах
808 just slappin' accurate, ублюдок будет скурен
Ain't no way you pass me empty drank, lil' b*tch, you better pour it

[Куплет]
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you sayin, you already sorry
Put on distance маленькую шалаву, прыгнул в Range Rover
Hunnid kisses all around my neck — ей не хватает крови
Hunnid misses launched from my hands — я их знакомлю с болью
Pourin' up again, I feel so lovely then I feel so lonely
Countin' up my swag on seven hills and no one above me
Saw that b*tch walkin' Dior heels and I know she want me
Sorry, b*tch, I'm not about a chill, я оставлю травмы
Foreign b*tch, wanna eat me up like breakfast in the morning
Foreign b*tch calls me Russian freak, and I know she want it
Был на дне и, словно грязь в стакане, снова растворяюсь
И она во мне, сотни раз смыкал глаза, но просыпаюсь
[Припев]
Wake-wake up, wake up in a foreign car, this sh*t makes me feel tourist (Cash)
She said she gon' bring a friend with Percs, I said, "Oh sh*t, of course" (Bet)
Бля, she said she gon' bring a friend, but b*tches gettin' nervous
Bet! She lookin' for coins. Bet! Это не волнует
Mula-mula comin' in my hands, she act a fool like дура
Murda-murda, finna kill that b*tch, ведь она не заткнулась
And is so funny how you gettin' mad — всему виною глупость
And is so dummy, turn yo' back on me, а после повернулась
I'm youngin hustle with them bags, я не ну—, не нуждаюсь в groupies
I'll do that sh*t all by myself, я не ну—, не нуждаюсь в группах
808 just slappin' accurate, ублюдок будет скурен
Ain't no way you pass me empty drank, lil' b*tch, you better pour it