KIZARU - Негодяй English Translation lyrics

[Intro]
I hang in a place, where you gon' get robbed
In a place with lot of dope
Boy trying to f*ck with us
Pfff...

[Chorus]
I hang in a place, where you gon' get robbed
In a place with lot of dope
Boy trying to f*ck with us, f*ck you, that's impossible
You got a memory loss, blowing out a lot of smoke
All the mamis around me call me a scoundrel
I hang in a place, where you gon' get robbed
In a place with lot of dope
Boy trying to f*ck with us, f*ck you, that's impossible
You got a memory loss, blowing out a lot of smoke
All the mamis around me call me a scoundrel

[First Verse]
The f*ck you talking about? Nobody wants you here
You lack in knowledge, boy, you don't know me
Let's check how brave you are (how brave you are)
Man, let's see, could you do the same thing?
My squad is on guard, bags full of ganja
We gonna punish you if you keep on lying
It's gonna be scary, you will grow up
Stop talking about street, 'cause you domestic
I got hotter that was, yeah, boy, i'm from the block
Place, where you gon' get robbed
Where you gon' get hurt, in a place where kilos get boosted
Hot place - that's my perimeter
A place with full of smoke
Where playing, until you're out
But we ain't gonna play with you, if you looking like a b*tch, f*ck
[Hook]
I hang in a place, where you gon' get robbed
In a place with lot of dope
Boy trying to f*ck with us, f*ck you, that's impossible

[Secong Verse]
I'm that white boy, got voice like i got cold
You ain't gon' find my eyes, i'm on OG Kush
Bad and Boujee's playing, i'm going on a diner
f*ck these standards, we bringing fear, we bringing static
b*tch, Jeepers Creepers
I saw your boy band - reminds me of Beetles
My rhymes are bullets, your rhymes is bullsh*t
My friend gon' f*ck you up, i'm walking out of Louie
Nobody wants to work 50/50
Any bast*rd wants to get full
You gotta be confident on a battlefield, it's a war
Streets were waiting for you boy, bon voyage!

[Chorus]
I hang in a place, where you gon' get robbed
In a place with lot of dope
Boy trying to f*ck with us, f*ck you, that's impossible
You got a memory loss, blowing out a lot of smoke
All the mamis around me call me a scoundrel
I hang in a place, where you gon' get robbed
In a place with lot of dope
Boy trying to f*ck with us, f*ck you, that's impossible
You got a memory loss, blowing out a lot of smoke
All the mamis around me call me a scoundrel