ChrisL - Nigga's In Paris (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Letterman jacket on, jays stay retro like babylon
Gotta white girl, that get her casper on, she blowin from her soul like a saxophone
She just wanna be tagged in the photo so she tag along
16... mama mad that im never home
But I got hoes, I got shows, lotta shit that I needa do
Even more haters that I gotta prove... wrong
They hear me at the redlight bumpin in a car sayin whos song?!
Yeah that'd be chrisl , chrisl, chrisl
Tatted in ya girls brain cells, brain cells, I raise hell, raise hell
Like im elevatin levatatin from the inner core take of tour of the planet
Damn it there they go stealin my flow like a bandit
Im young but I hand it land it stick it niggas make wishes that compare to these bitches that he be hittin me wit digits
But they all fallin short like im fuckin wit some midgets
Told the competition that they better listen, if they tryna move up
Like humpity dump she gotta aloota her trunk so I humpity hump
Told the bitch im the shit so I could give a fuck if she tryna dump
Damn... stupid cunt...
She goes first down. But now im blowin so she wanna kick it? Fuck a punt
She give me head, then lemme hit it.. sucka punch
Nigga powpowpow. Got j and k sayin ow ow ow. A nigga done killed it
Creatin my own legacy, even bob couldn't build it
Old friends used to be to cool, ironic im who they wanna chill wit
I took a stand at yall hatas, now at my shows u still sit
Got ya girl suckin out that white like a hostess... told me she ain't even tryna bill this...
(Boston) nigga restaurants. She want it so bad , country music could be our sex song
Im next on,like a new born, yall better prepare witt that carriage
Watchin u niggas tryna get on my level From the eifiel tower... im just that king in paris