Chris Brown - Let The Blunt Go [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Funk Flex]
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself?

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Gold chain, gold chain
Getting money gon' and watch these hoes change
I'm in the party got these bitches off molly and they rolling
Bitches popping pills like it's for pain
In their eyes I'm the shit
Molly probably fantasising all about my dick
Only one real nigga, take a pic
And all you haters, I'mma take your bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every nigga in the club see the same ho
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fucking for your rent you a lame ho
Oops, yeah I said that
Half of y'all niggas in here fronting where your bread at?
I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so can’t do it like this broke nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can’t smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club trying to fuck no love ho
How you do that there? Bitch let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can’t smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club trying to fuck no love ho
How you do that there? Bitch let the blunt go

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade that’s a chin up
If you ain't looking I'mma eat your ho for dinner
She said that she a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia, haha
I ate her at the SupperClub
Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups
Now every nigga in here seeing if you trying to fuck
And every nigga in here scheming gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga they spray dumb
Its like ratatatat
Cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like Jason

[Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] + [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus]