BAKPAKK Lyrics (English Translation) – DESH, Young Fly, Azahriah

Read the full BAKPAKK (English Translation) lyrics by DESH, Young Fly and Azahriah along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy DESH's music, you can also explore MOKKA and Levél, two other songs by DESH.

[Chorus: Young Fly]
Look what I put on the table
Today it's just your kid, a real angel
This is Budapest, not Atlanta
And here's the money in the bag
Look what I put on the table
Today it's just your kid, a real angel
He is driven only by money and fame
And here's the money in the bag

[1. version: Young Fly]
Wall Street business is in the blood
I'm gonna tip you
When your booty goes down
Deep water, I swim in the juice
Zorall my pace, muti, how are you (Oh Ajj)
S*xy ass, good b!tch
I really like asses
Until the cannabis swells up
Imma roll it up
The girl is not my thing
Its charm remains, its ancient charm
The way the mother dances today
You know, that's the game
The price of your heart
I have the blaz, but you're used to it

[Chorus: Young Fly]
Look what I put on the table
Just the kid, a real angel
This is Budapest, not Atlanta
And here's the money in the bag
Look what I put on the table
Just the kid, a real angel
Only money and fame drives him
And here's the money in the bag

[2. version: DESH]
Pu*sy Tuesday, Pu*sy Monday, Pu*sy Friday
Kisses to you, it's a tailwind here
Stir in Deshi, B0mbay, pineapple juice
Louis sets, backstage
But Atika gives you a checkmate
Because he gets his eyes wide open when the didi is a pharmacy
I inhale the smoke, blow out the hoop
The season will be ours again, I feel America
B!tch Imma burning
1 text, 2 s*x
B!tches on my d!ck, if he gets it, he won't let go
Beautiful journey, so high, so blessed
Come with me, this is Everest

[Chorus: Young Fly]
Look what I put on the table
Just the kid, a real angel
This is Budapest, not Atlanta
And here's the money in the bag
Look what I put on the table
Just the kid, a real angel
He is driven only by money and fame
And here's the money in the bag

[3. verse: Azahriah]
I pick up the words
I pack, arrange, fit the thoughts
I do it against my will
But if something is wrong and something tears it apart
This is the Azi Deshi Fly d!ck, there is no measure here
This baby is just going to be a sidehoe
It's useless to have a lot of charm on your part
Your body is on fire babe
As the blunt all night lights up
I have a poem to write, but I have about ten
Reggaeton, Roma and Afrobeat
Beach, you dance so effortlessly
Bad lil girl put your body on me

[Chorus: Young Fly]
Look what I put on the table
Just the kid, a real angel
This is Budapest, not Atlanta
And here's the money in the bag
Look what I put on the table
Just the kid, a real angel
He is driven only by money and fame
And here's the money in the bag