Bodega Bamz - True Romance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Chilling with my bitch named Sandy
She will ride or die because I'm her only family
Mama popped a pass bout the time she was pissing in her panties
She ain't have a role model, so I put her on
A couple things that might come in handy
Pass the nigga up, let him tickle your fancy
If you need a lookout, then imma' send Candy
But look out for the cops, do your bid, she can watch

[Hook]
I'm something like American dream, it's the P.I.M.P
American dream, I got bitches over seas
American dream
And her life was a nightmare, then she woke up
I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out
I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out
I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out
I got hoes on the clock getting turnt' out

[Verse 2]
Chilling with my bitch named Peaches
Put her down with me, cause she tired of the leeches
When she hit the streets, the John's go speechless
They be like a-yo, nah nigga she my new hoe, you see
But Peaches got a problem
No baby father, two kids growing up in Harlem
And my Navajo, say she think she's got the monster
Well, Peaches I feel bad, but keep bringing daddy dollars
Keep making papa cash

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Chilling with my bitch named Crystal
If you need a hooker, she's the one to fix you
But she keep it real, always carry her pistol
Be careful what you do, the wrong move will kill you
Bad on the outside, bad in the backseat
Sex is a weapon, that's my girl if you ask me
Never been married, never been loved
That's my pussy, keep doing your job

[Hook]