Future — Long Live The Pimp tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Drinkin' on tits, parkin' lot flicks
Rappin' UGK, motherfucka
Rap dirty with the K, motherfucka
On the grind in the K, motherfucka
Drinkin' on tits, parkin' lot flicks
Rappin' UGK, motherfucka
Ain’t no shrimps, motherfucka
Long live the pimp, motherfucka
Sippin' on Podart, taggin' with you rocks
Big yellow bitch and her pussy taste like water
Cash red Cadillac, deuce in the court
Rub it on the pimp, then my uncle buddy
Niggas can’t touch me like I’m Jay Prince son
Water drippin' on me, shinin' like a star
Grippin' on the wheel, Johnny Dale got me chilled
Texas in my Sprite when I’m poppin' seal
Drinkin' on mud, rockin' with the thugs
Long live Ted, the dirty south luggy
I’ve come to get tippy, smokin', reminiscin'
Underground king, you a legend in my memory
Tippin' on glass slippaz, pain on and deep as fuck
UFC in my trunk, bet this gon' beat you up Everything movin' slow, still ain’t no keepin' low
Gator replace the seats, get your ass even up Chopper behind the scene, truth still understood
Verse ain’t the tryna trill, I won’t talk with it because Suzanne
Hang in on the diamonds, flex it Swinging over my complexes
Stuntin' on it like a bird
Make seven on it, whip the wrist
Nothing on it, don’t fetch attention
Get your bitches, cold efficient
Gonna kill it on competitions
Sideline 'em, on suspension
Young Bill, turned to stone
Lil' Jim, Sweet Jane’s Joe
Pump it in and get your stomach full of stones
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Drinkin 'on tits, parkin' lot flicks
Rappin ' UGK, motherfuck
RAP dirty with the K, motherfuckera
On the grind in the K, motherfuckera
Drinkin 'on tits, parkin' lot flicks
Rappin ' UGK, motherfuck
Ain ' t no shrimps, motherfuckera
Niech żyje Alfons, motherfucker
Sippin 'on Podart, taggin' with you rocks
Duży żółty suka i jej cipki smak jak woda
Cash red Cadillac, deuce in the court
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Niggas can 't touch me like I' m Jay Prince son
Woda kapie na mnie, lśni jak gwiazda
Grippin ' on the wheel, Johnny Dale got me chilled
Texas In my Sprite when I 'm poppin' seal
Drinkin 'on mud, rockin' with the thugs
Niech żyje Ted, brudny południowiec
I 've come to get tippy, smokin', reminisin'
Podziemny królu, jesteś legendą w mojej pamięci.
Tippin ' on glass slippaz, pain on and deep as fuck
UFC In my trunk, bet this Gon 'beat you up Everything movin' slow, still ain 't no keepin' low
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Verse ain 't the tryna trill, I won' t talk with it because Suzanne
Trzymaj się diamentów, napinaj je Swingując nad moimi kompleksami
Stuntin ' on it like A bird
Zrób seven on it, whip the wrist
Nic na nim, nie zwracaj na siebie uwagi.
Get your bitches, cold efficient
Gonna kill it on competitions
Sideline ' em, on suspension
Młody Bill, zamieniony w kamień
Lil 'Jim, Sweet Jane' s Joe
Wpompuj to i napełnij żołądek kamieniami.