RetcH - Cold Pimpin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro

When I was in the fifth grade
I had three white bitches
Bringing me candy by the bags right
You know what I'm saying
Then all of a sudden years later
Here I am again right
Getting Money out a bitch ass
But this time it wasn't no candy this time
It was some major money

I was born like this man
I been breaking girlfriends since like 15, 16 years old
You know a nigga ain't gonna wake up one morning
And say I'm a go pimp
Nah it dont work like that
Pimping starts off from way back

[Verse 1: Da$h]

My motivation come from intoxication
Along with paper chasing
Mama receive this picture I'm paintin please
Jeez, ain't seen sober in like a year and change
So my mother think I'm going insane
My father say the same
Ain't in a position to tell em different
Its hard to agree when I blow my weed
Up out a sixth story window pane
In the business district
Young nigga getting it
And I'm in love with it I can't lie
See my eyes they red fried
Smoke them out till they seem dead
A woman cooking me cheese eggs
Her other friend got them mean legs
And I'm trying to fuck
What you thought we was just kicking it
Couple blunts and that liquor ma
My music playing and she diggin it
Turned into me dicking it
Fucking of course does it for sport
I die young and leave a good looking corpse
My type of thoughts shit
Embroid my skin in case the plan dont work
Wear my memories on my arm just like a god damn shirt

Word, word, word, word
Word, word, word, word
Word, word, word, word
Word, word, word

[Verse 2: Retch]

Word

Yeah like...

Last night I had smoked until my lungs hurt
Woke up with a white bitch from a concert
This shit is cool but I got to get these ones first
And polo denim that be tailored like some converse
My kicks by Jordan jeans by lauren skully lo too
You always wonder about this lifesyle I could show you
I am in a taxi uptown I got the window cracked
He said I could smoke I sparked the blunt and took a hit of that
Gold digital watches with gold squares in my pockets
Cause a nigga can't afford to leave gold diggers with profit
Sucka nigga I am not it I be styling on these freak hoes
Met her and fucked her man that story about a week old
She woke up and cooked scrambled eggs on wheat toast
I banged her sister and she kept it on the lee low
Kinda embarrassed tried to blame it on the tree smoke
She said she tried it but she never smoke what we smoke
Bitch cause this a blunt full of dust baby
She looked at me like I'm fucking crazy
Laughed a bit cause I'm just fucking with ya
Now roll over let a nigga put something in ya
She abided my dick she rided
Booty it be clappin all melodic
Making beats in the sheets
But you dont hear me though
Her ass is where her hair be though
Sipping light but we heavy though

Like... Yeah