[FREE] 5202 Type Beat Lyrics (English Translation) – Duki

Read the full [FREE] 5202 Type Beat (English Translation) lyrics by Duki along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Ivo!
5202-2-2-2

[Pre-Chorus]
My sound is patented like a Harley engine
I’m always changing my style because I’m my own stylist
I’m art in motion, like watching Kyrie play
These clothes are designer and these pumps aren’t type beats

[Chorus]
I’m on my type s*it

These fireproof diamonds look like Stanley thermos
I don’t record in the studio without a Sony or a Manley
We’re not in Jamaica and we smoke like Bob Marley
I want my name on a corner in New York like Charly

[Verse]
Smoking Wizard Trees, b!tch, I think I’m Magic Johnson
I walk around with hash like The Rock Johnson
Yesan thinks he’s Beethoven, the bass makes you deaf
Devil like YSY and I have God as a sponsor (Uh, yah!)
It’s Duko, who’s it gonna be? Don’t act like you don’t know.
Ivo, pass me the Fanta, I have lean, Kenan & Kel.
Guacho, I think I’m Kevin Gates, that’s why I carry two phones.
That’s why I carry two cell phones. When the 808 rings, my paper starts.
I just turn it on, Ezequiel, and the paper ones rain down.
My goals have always been as high as the Tower of Babel.
This team is already a robbery like Money Heist (Prr!)
My sister is a model, she combines Boca Juniors with Balenciaga.
My business is all about profit, like reselling tickets.
This movie is one of those they sell, we’re going to throw the saga at you.
Disney is sponsoring theirs, they’re going to end up bankrupt.
The diamonds stick to me, I’m sticky.
Smoking one of those Zas that hit hard.
The balloon is in my hand, and it’s not nitrous oxide.
Devil Mode is a disease, together we are. contagious’

[Interlude]
5202-2-2-2

[Pre-Chorus]
My sound is patented like a Harley engine
I’m always changing my style because I’m my own stylist
I’m art in motion, like watching Kyrie play
These clothes are designer and these pumps aren’t type beats

[Chorus]
I’m on my type s*it
These fireproof diamonds look like Stanley thermos
I don’t record in the studio without the Sony or the Manley
We’re not in Jamaica and we smoke like Bob Marley
I want my name on a corner in New York like Charly