Here we show you the English Translation of “Entrapreneur Central Cee”. Lyrics translated from Spanish to English.
About This Song
Artist: Central Cee
Song: Entrapreneur Central Cee
Genres: Trap
Entrapreneur Central Cee English Translation
Do you know what?
The trap still running, never turns off
Different product, same hustle mentality
The only difference is that you pay taxes on it and the feds can’t kick down your door
(We put the trap in entrepreneur)
We were riding up O with white
We were building lines, now it’s clothing lines
I sell tees and my friend sells T’s as well, but his don’t have any design
One-eighty for the tracksuit, go elsewhere if it’s overpriced
New generation doesn’t know how to trap because they’re all getting high on their own supply
Trap house in the woods where the bando’s haunted, it’s supernatural, poltergeist
Witnessed things that I wish I didn’t, like crackheads overdosing and dying
Bad chicks curving the kid back then when I wasn’t so popular, I was broke at that time
Bitch, would you ride on the back of a bus?
What about on the front of a stolen bike?
Soho selling coke to gay men, I’ll serve anyone, I have an open mind
No complaints when it comes to customer service, I answer the phone politely
See men falling in love with white, Billie Eilish, ’cause they got ocean eyes
Set up a shop, then it’s open twenty-four hours, we don’t have a closing time
(We put the) We put the trap in the entrepreneur
(All) All the time we spent in the field, you would have thought I won a Ballon d’Or
I’m stacking, not dropping a bag in Dior
(Went from a) Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still have the same work rate as before
Two years without going home, seven hundred and thirty days on tour
It was Nokia ringtones, picking up phones
No private calls, now it’s microphones
I think I have bipolar disorder, the way I go through highs and lows
Insta’ full of IG models and back in the day, I would Skype these hoes
My girl tried to hack my iCloud, when I logged in, I had to hide my code
Trying to get in through face recognition when I was asleep and my eyes were closed
If she has nothing to hide, I might make her my wife, yeah, I might propose
How many lies were told?
Don’t believe the hype, it’s false
Bro died, he was still a teenager
The chances of me dying old are slim
I won’t lie, it’s me or them
Slime stuff, I’m going to wipe his nose
Unbanking packs and touching feces, I was out of town, you would find it gross
Now it’s five-star hotels, Michelin-star dining, I might raise a toast
New generation would die for clout
They’ll do anything for a viral post
(We put the) We put the trap in the entrepreneur
(All) All the time we spent in the field, you would have thought I won a Ballon d’Or
I’m stacking, not dropping a bag in Dior
(Went from a) Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still have the same work rate as before
Two years without going home, seven hundred and thirty days on tour