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"Translation" is a track by Gucci Mane, from the album Writing on the Wall 2, released 5th July 2011. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane] (Holiday—Holiday—Holiday Season, ayy!) Hey nigga, it's your boy Yo Gotti, I'ma tell you some real shit Nigga, money bring murder (It's Gucci) Murder bring respect (Squad) In translation, we're to stay the fuck out of jail, nigga (Gotti, Cartel) (Holiday—Hol—Holiday—Hol—Holiday—Holiday Season!) Translator's what you need if you got a plug, pussy (Aight) Hey, what it do, Gucci (What it do?) What it do, Cartel (Squad) I'm Bricksquad affiliated, nigga Don't never forget that shit, ha (It's Gucci, squad) [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I need a motherfucking translator, my plug is a Mexican We talk so many numbers, we put numbers into sentences 15, 16, 17.5, price too high, I won't buy You can get a G off every key if you gon' take the right (Holiday Season!) I'm from Dope City, North Memphis, nigga, look it up [?] away with pots and pans and we just cooking up And lame niggas try to imitate the swag But the dope boy shit ain't got a price or a tag (Oh, it's Holiday Season, nigga) You can't pay to be a gangsta, them goons in your bushes All the money in the world, man, I bet you're still a pussy The whips bilingual, them bitches foreign Lifeline to the streets, I just keep it going [Chorus: Gucci Mane] The tats on my face tell my niggas who we be The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G Translation, one plus two equals three More keys for you and more pounds for me Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci! [Verse 2: Cartel MGM] 1008 grams of coca Touched the dope first, it came straight from the border Just 2 weeks to send the money back over Gotta keep a strap, gotta keep a big pistola My team full of young bald-headed Mexicans Move a lot of dope, then we do the shit again Bricks too hot, so I'm fucking with the meth Everybody know Cartel about a check If you ain't talking money, then I don't speak your language 18 wheeler from Arizona full of cabbage When it touch down, my money gonna double up Think about plying, you get kidnapped and tied up [Chorus: Gucci Mane] The tats on my face tell my niggas who we be The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G Translation, one plus two equals three More keys for you and more pounds for me Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci! [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm the shit like Mr. Toilet, bitch, I need a Pooper Scooper I'm jumping out the jag like a fuckin' paratrooper Quarter pound of kiss-my-ass, half a bag of swag So take an overdose of me and throw him in the trash Young Cartel, that's my migo, Yo Gotti, that's my Vato We pull up in them Lambos, a car show on East Flat Shoals Birds came in tonight, them dirty birds call me Roddy White On a burner like Ike Turner I love that good ol' marijuana [?] helped me paved the way And I still got my plug, translate, abbreviate BS on that bull shit, that Brick Squad Monopoly All these bitches jocking me, cocaine, that's my prodigy [Chorus: Gucci mane] The tats on my face tell my niggas who we be The tats on my back show my bitches I'm a G Translation, one plus two equals three More keys for you and more pounds for me Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see Translation, calculation Translation, calculation Abbreviation, more money for me, more money we see, Gucci!
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