Translation of the song lyrics HEAVY - DrefGold, Smokepurpp

HEAVY (original)

Komparema
Okay, okay
Ehi, ehi, ehi
Oh
Adesso che ho ventitre anni
Come Jordan e LeBron adesso che c'è
Bussi alla porta, ma non mi richiami, piacere (Ehh)
Non si fanno più vedere, adesso possono scappare
Molta gente non è vera, molti raccontano fiabe
Sai che non voglio i soldi degli altri
Ho la testa che vola e sopra le ali
E non mi fa ancora un problema prestarli
Dammi, l’IBAN e i tuoi conti bancari (Ehh)
La vita salta, sbanca, chiude le porte, cambia, non vuole storie
Vernice bianca, sotto le suole
È gonfio il Bancomat
Ho alzato pesi, heavy
Quello che tocco è heavy
Ho quello a cui non credi
Angeli sui miei Devil
Ho alzato pesi, heavy
Quello che tocco è heavy
Ho quello a cui non credi
Angeli sui miei Devil
Everything that I touch going platinum
prob’ly somewhere in
Got rings on my fingers, they looking like Saturn
I light up the room, you should call me a lantern
I’m a big dog, I don’t need no help
She give me hand on, unbuckle my belt
I fuck on that bitch, put that bitch on the shelf
I got some bad bitches, tell a nigga to put on my ex
Nigga, just me then the choppa go grrr, I don’t do the talk
I can’t go offline, I’m keeping it on me
I got a bad bitch and she putting it on me
I’m popping these percies, I feel like a zombie
I flex on these niggas 'cause they was above me
Ho alzato pesi, heavy
Quello che tocco è heavy
Ho quello a cui non credi
Angeli sui miei Devil
Ho alzato pesi, heavy
Quello che tocco è heavy
Ho quello a cui non credi
Angeli sui miei Devil

HEAVY (translation)

Komparema
Okay, okay
Hey, hey, hey
Oh
Now that I'm twenty three
Like Jordan and LeBron now that he's here
Knock on the door, but don't call me back, please (Ehh)
They don't show up anymore, now they can escape
Many people are not real, many tell fairy tales
You know I don't want other people's money
My head is flying and above my wings
And it still doesn't make me a problem to lend them
Give me, the IBAN and your bank accounts (Ehh)
Life jumps, breaks, closes the doors, changes, doesn't want stories
White paint, under the soles
The ATM is swollen
I lifted weights, heavy
What I touch is heavy
I have what you don't believe in
Angels on my Devils
I lifted weights, heavy
What I touch is heavy
I have what you don't believe in
Angels on my Devils
Everything that I touch going platinum
prob’ly somewhere in
Got rings on my fingers, they looking like Saturn
I light up the room, you should call me a lantern
I'm a big dog, I don't need no help
She give me hand on, unbuckle my belt
I fuck on that bitch, put that bitch on the shelf
I got some bad bitches, tell a nigga to put on my ex
Nigga, just me then the choppa go grrr, I don't do the talk
I can't go offline, I'm keeping it on me
I got a bad bitch and she putting it on me
I'm popping these percies, I feel like a zombie
I flex on these niggas' cause they was above me
I lifted weights, heavy
What I touch is heavy
I have what you don't believe in
Angels on my Devils
I lifted weights, heavy
What I touch is heavy
I have what you don't believe in
Angels on my Devils