Cerelli - MOAN (UH) LISA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Cerelli]
Ooo yes shorty's leaning like the Pisa
Build her up like Rome in one day she's gone
Invade that body, like the Greeks , uh
Too bad for mom and pops to meet her
Cards not black, but baby let me give you this Visa
Not one lick of English, baby I speak your language
Dammi un bacione, take over my face throw Caesar off his throne
Moan, uh, moan uh Lisa
Talk about a work of art, body is the Sistine
Whenever she moans, backs like Noah, arched
I'm DaVinci baby, let me paint ya
Don't got a stick but my hands are acquainted
Let me paint this picture, I could make you famous
Look at how smooth your frame is, thin your waist is
Shaped like a statue, nothin' like David...

[Hook: Cerelli]
Moan, moan uh Lisa
Moan, moan uh Lisa
Moan , moan, uh Lisa
Moan, moan uh lisa

[Verse 2: Cerelli]

I ain't got the D but that's just minor , nothin' major
Your body is the orchestra, major symphony
Compose while she moans, like a chorus does
Baddest thing from Italy, I ever did see
Body is the grape, juice straight from the vineyard
Intoxicating, once I'm in her
We, are two of the same
And yeah I speak your language I don't even know your name
I could care less about the money and the fame
Right now, I'm more concerned with your frame
Let me take you to the free
Grass is always green, and this Visa's on me
All you gotta do is "Moan, uh, Lisa"