Survive - Don Diablo, Emeli Sandé, Gucci Mane

Survive - Don Diablo, Emeli Sandé, Gucci Mane

  • Year of release: 2018
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:09

Below is the lyrics of the song Survive , artist - Don Diablo, Emeli Sandé, Gucci Mane with translation

Lyrics " Survive "

Original text with translation

Survive

Don Diablo, Emeli Sandé, Gucci Mane

Don Diablo Guwop

We'll survive the thunder

And escape the hunger

And sometimes I wonder, that we got the

Who knows why, don't ask us

We don't need no answers

'Cause we stand the surface, living through

Gucci Mane and Don

Catch me balling out in London

So braided with the paper, I go super bowl sunday

Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds

I keep my neck and my wrist atleast at a hundred

Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it

She got comfortable, she call me about my government

Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats

And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney

You cocky, hit the pussy and I rock it

I fly to Amsterdam for the wifey

They're using after light us, they caught us

I booked it for the light, play the ball field

gang black war screen

Shark blue coupe with the shark fin

What's that on your neck that can't get it off yeah

Gucci Mane is dying

Catch me falling out of line

We'll survive the thunder

And escape the hunger

And sometimes I wonder, that we got the

Who knows why, don't ask us

We don't need no answers

'Cause we stand the surface, living through

You got the first car, I gotta dream of something

You were like a hard wire, I like to push your buttons

We got it somehow, get out of town

We drove for ages, never looking backwards

They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom

Call us the rages, well how about now?

Don Diablo Guwop

Gucci Mane and Don

Catch me balling out in London

So braided with the paper, I go super bowl sunday

Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds

I keep my neck and my wrist atleast at a hundred

Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it

She got comfortable, she call me about my government

Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats

And pull off in a Porsche like a Cartney

But we here are, living through

But we here are, living through

And we'll survive the thunder

And escape the hunger

And sometimes I wonder, that we got the

Who knows why, don't ask us

We don't need no answers

'Cause we stand the surface, living through

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