Back To Back Lyrics English Translation by FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG
Ballin’, ballin’, ballin’, ba-
Ah-ah, hey, hmm
Ra-ra
Hey
Skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt
Ow-ow-ow-ow
2023, let’s go back, damn
Auf wiedersehen, bitch
Hey, ah-ah-ah
Back to back, damn hustler, ha-ha
I’m with Hugo, Saint Petersburg, 8-1-2, 4-9-5, damn, it’s cold
Don’t need the cash, but I need it now
To build myself a little house somewhere in the countryside
Want a Staffordshire dog, go out to the river in the morning
Drink coffee from a mug I bought with my modest paycheck
The factory was buzzing, I never dreamed of the stage, just wanted to eat
Took a couple with me, after work, a client showed up
I’m lonely, looking for anything to move from this empty den to the city somehow
We’ll be there soon, I always had a buddy with me
He’s one of those who believed our rap would feed us
I moved, and a tough guy appeared on the block, I made my corner famous with my first drops
“52” was a long time ago, in a rented house, brothers in the same clothes, a joint in each hand
To remember our youth, so there’s something to remember sitting at home
Like I said, I need my own little house
Don’t need the cash, but I need it now
To build myself a little house somewhere in the countryside
Want a Staffordshire dog, go out to the river in the morning
Drink coffee from a mug I bought with my modest paycheck
I made mistakes, but I walk freely
In the memory, the smiles of those who flew away from the neighborhood
I remain hungry, I don’t feel hunger
Even in the tropics, there will always be a cold in my heart
I’ll always be well-fed, bro, I want a son
You talk a lot, the block will leave holes in you
They shoot rappers, but for some reason, they all miss
All the rap is on the table, they all lack style
They lack smoke, bro, I don’t give a damn about the dollar
Around me, there are no fakes, only a big city
Big avenues, Moscow knows my word
Love for St. Petersburg, as if I’m already home
Appreciate a brother’s love, the corner of the 52nd
Sincerity in the lyrics, we had no other
Packages on the tables, and they’re endless
One love, no homo
Don’t need the cash, but I need it now
To build myself a little house somewhere in the countryside
Want a Staffordshire dog, go out to the river in the morning
Drink coffee from a mug I bought with my modest paycheck