Gimme A Second 2 – English Lyrics

• By: Rich The Kid, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Peso Pluma
• Album: Life’s A Gamble

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the world of contemporary hip-hop with "Gimme A Second 2." This song offers a rich tapestry of modern slang and expressions used in American and Mexican hip-hop culture, making it an excellent resource for learning conversational English and Spanish (through Peso Pluma's verse). Its impactful lyrics, strong beats, and collaborative nature make it a compelling piece of music for language learners eager to understand the nuances of the genre and the stories artists tell about their lives and success.

[English]

Yeah, they heard about me

Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child, livin' figure eight

Young nigga ran the money up, now I put a bitch in a figure eight (figure eight)

Hold on (hold on), let's get somethin' straight

I was runnin' 'round, tryna get me straight

Like a fat kid, tryna get some cake

She eat it up like buffet (buffet)

She eat it up right there in the driveway (skrrt)

Skipped class, I ain't never had a Hyundai

Water on me like, "Where is Pump?" Ay

Chasin' money like, "Where? That way"

I was geeked, took a half a bean

Don't play with me like gasoline

And she love flexin', let her join the team

Flexin'

Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace

I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life)

Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)

Flexin'

Girl named Dallas, send a hundred texts

Yeah, before I send a bitch a blessing

I need to see if the sex good, I'm a sexist

Cop that new Ferrari truck, yeah, and the Tesla

Top-notch bitch, get the most, not the lesser

Fuck my bitch from the back too hard, she say, "That dick aggressive"

Walk in, buy the whole building, real estate profile looking impressive

My oldest said, "Daddy not going to Heaven"

Treat me like a deadbeat, said I wasn't present

They was tryna treat a king like a peasant

They bought my son a new dad like it's no headache

I don't give a fuck about shit, I'm irreverent

Last time I got hella hate, treated like I wasn't intellige'

Real body, but they hella fake, gettin' tours, I got hella dates

The pussy tight, the money right, she gon' sell a bit

Then they walk around like she celibate

Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace

I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life)

Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (beep)

Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK

Sus culitos hacen "clap", rolando en un zigzag

Muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high

No es el Phantom, Cullinan, voy tapado y no es Irak

El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy

Lo que una noche de morro soñó

Algunas dicen que soy un fuckboy

Fuck, no, no, no

Ya no sé ni cuántas son las pastillas que me dio

Esta niña en el trocón

Me la llevo y qué sé yo

Lista pa' sacar la Glock

Flexin'

Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace

I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (real life)

Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (hold on, beep)

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