Facts Lyrics English Translation by Luciano
(Geenaro)
(So, I’m goin’ to Ghana)
Ladies and booze for the flex, surrounded by baddies, they find me nice, yeah
Still finessed another milli, Big Bro, [?], in the Trackie Corteiz, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, I’m stacking the stacks, I’m obsessed, I’m stacking the racks, ah
Quarter-mill for baguettes, but I’m relaxed and these are facts, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m at my best, bro, baddie naughty, giving head
In the back of the Jeep, juicy lips, on the backseat of my S
Valet parking, parking up, French nails, nail polish
On my lap with confidence
Your sharp touch delights me (Oh)
Oh my God, yeah
Baby, your hips are curvy
Baby, your hips are Latin
You’re a princess, but dirty
Pussy flies like heaven
Brother, she’s a hottie, yeah, with her Cartier bracelet, yeah
Give it to her in rhythm, ah, give it to her to the bass, bass, yeah
I don’t talk much, I do
The aura, it does it, it—
Becomes a demon on gin ‘n’ juice
She shakes her ass, she’s cursed me
This is the reason why I stay, yay
Ladies and booze for the flex, surrounded by baddies, they find me nice, yeah
Still finessed another milli, Big Bro, [?], in the Trackie Corteiz, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, I’m stacking the stacks, I’m obsessed, I’m stacking the racks, ah
Quarter-mill for baguettes, but I’m relaxed and these are facts, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah