Текст песни: Cue Ball + перевод

Ah, yah

Look

You ain’t gon whip, get out my kitchen

Imma still go the distance

I don’t park ‘cause I don’t need no tickets

Just read the scripture

Green room for little bitches finna killing shit

Making sure they don’t fall behind

Still rocking Karl Kanis

I’m more defensive like the tallest guy

Hit the at the mansion

Or the thrift store I flick clothes

Just so I can get hoes to get hosed, uh

I break it down like a kicked door

Spilling it is so good, ha

We made love to all music

And they start to look foolish, duplicating ways

‘Cause I started this whole movement

Don’t know how these hoes do it, ah

Ah

Sicker than bananas, the man is on his business

Gucci spenders (huh?)

Pink rag on my sweats cause I’m a member

Got you tender in the Pinto

Getting for months

Having fun with bitches straight outta the slums

Bout to come back to the 70s, jeans and a sweater

Saucy with the creamiest leather

Plushed out, tough route

I should have enough out

Kicks greener than a brussel sprout

Next to bounce, out of nowhere

You take selfies, because you have nobody else in your life

I live a hell of a life

Inhaling a line, telling the stories of crime

To the youngins, knowing what they becoming

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