MI$FITxAPOLLO - Black Broad [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]

Beat that nigga like a black broad x16

[Verse 1]

2 gunshots n they don't stop with a pussy nigga with a stick at his neck like a blvcklvnd 2.7.5 goon rvider klvn killin' all the rest with the chopper in my hand good kid grown man I realy don't care killin these beats dr dre on elm street uh going back in like a motherfing villian get the Glock and make a killin black on black I'm bringing it back shout out to bun b I'm spitting that crack big and black big lo do my cooking dance motherfuckas in the club doin the tango beat a nigga half to death turn him into a slave though jango getting all this money who to think though god rifle and the bible Thats a safe place keep the evil out my house death zone uh step up in the building looking like a billion stone cold killin' no stone cold villian blood stains gun bangs keeping off that 1 train the fucking games filled with a bunch of lames talking about gang bang bang bang the sound of the led showers rain the sound of the splatter of his brain, uh not a killer but a sinner Trynna get it right stayin away from evil staying in the sky I ain't talking flights Born sinner the opposite of a winner crazy ass world turn a nigga into a killer I'm crazy I'm going insane in the brain get the Glock out if a nigga think I'm sane nigga Watcha think nigga I ain't playin pardon my language I'm Goin real crazy put it down for your city (303 know what I'm talking man) uh, grain gripper insane spitter all black guns like im going to war with africa not illuminati but I got the shotti in the black and white rari uh, (switch up)

[Verse 2]

Young nigga don't need a chopper still gettin' them dollas I'm still a party rocker I get the party started like jay and ye I go ham tell your bitch to do her dance I got her in a trance Because I'm the man them booty shorts make you go WOO make you sound like ric flair yea I'm a nature boy figure four leg lock a hater I'm gettin' to this paper I'm bossin' out call me Rick Ross big stacks like a cartel lotta secrets like dont tell I keep money up in a safe either that or my pocket that girl red like a stocking this song is off topic I'm killing beat caskets these haters be bragging (but why) I don't know man all I just know is they just hatin and wish they had the skills mane to make a couple mills mane shooting up the buildings and not giving a care mane I swear mane we might even shoot up hell mane it dont make sense uh

[Outro]

Gas tank full of green closet full of gold 2 gunshots don't got time to reload 2 gunshots make a nigga piss his clothes I'm gettin to this dough I'm gettin to these whoa's Uh, Don't hate it that's just how I wrote it and if you don't love it two tears in a bucket uh puppet like a muppet hit a nigga with the musket 2 gunshots nigga be still reloading ha