Hit One Lyrics (English Translation) – Luciano

Read the full Hit One (English Translation) lyrics by Luciano along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Yeah
Wouh
Doh, doh, doh, doh

[Part 1]
Blow a Côte Azul, don’t know what day it is (Wouh)
Get out of my sight, quick, because I don’t like you (Doh, doh, doh)
Crowded in my DMs, give me the classy s*it (Yeah)
I’m somehow blessed, but broken inside
Ha, I had to come up
Because it was getting crowded in the high-rise (Doh)

Better don’t talk, it’s all self-made (Doh, doh)
Loco got big, I’m the last man standing (Doh, doh)
Ha, all sure shots
Blow up my clip, I’m a rude boy (Doh, doh)
Ten bad chicks, swear to you, no catfish
I’m one of a kind, they adore my technique (Doh, doh)
Don’t call
Tell the boss: “We don’t talk a lot”
Sip white wine from Tuscany
Rose gold my watch, Dial Chocolate

[Hook]
Still go out when the fam needs me
Shot, then I hit one (Doh, doh)
Drive non-stop on the fast lane (Doh, doh)
Baby, don’t talk, I’m a big man
Suicide doors like Batman (Yeah)
Big fleet, bro, what’s happening? (Hit one)
Multimillion with an adlib (Mwah)
It’s Luciano, you know me (Hit one)
Don’t talk about Clout, you got nothing
Don’t talk about chicks, because you don’t have none (You got nothing)
Shut your mouth, bro, that’s enough
Grown-ass man, I’m making big money (Doh)
Still “Fu*k twelve” in an all-black Jeep 44

I love the s*it, m*mmy (Brr)
Hooking up with global chicks
I’ll give you a tip, brother: Get money (Doh)

[Part 2]
Hit one
Bad m*mmy twerks on “Blick Sum” (Boh)
Give me a drink, man
Demons in my head like King Von (Ja)
Still Thug Life
Swing one, little one, big one (Swing)
Don’t come test me
My gang to Cold, it’s a big man ting, ah
Keep my word
Full contact, ’cause I don’t know how to stop
Basic S*it ain’t an option for me
Raise my glass, one in a million

[Hook]
Still go out when the fam needs me
Shot, then I hit one (Doh, doh)
Drive non-stop on the fast lane (Doh, doh)
Baby, don’t talk, I’m a big man
Suicide doors like Batman (Yeah)
Big fleet, bro, what’s happening? (Hit one)
Multimillion with an adlib (Mwah)
It’s Luciano, you know me (Hit one)
Don’t talk about Clout, you got nothing
Don’t talk about chicks, because you don’t have none (You got nothing)
Shut your mouth, bro, that’s enough
Grown-ass man, I’m making big money (Doh)
Still “Fu*k twelve” in an all-black Jeep 44
I love the s*it, m*mmy (Brr)
Running with global chicks
I’ll give you a tip, bro: Get money (Doh)

[Outro]
(Papacito)
(Forever)