RetcH - Drugs on the Table [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: RetcH]
Yeah nigga
87 Renogangicious [?]
[?] 2012
Coke and White bitches

[Hook: RetcH]
Drugs on the table
Hoes on the floor
Niggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My nigga Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just walked through the door
Said they walked through the door
Forty more bitches just walked through the door
My nigga Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just walked through the door

[Verse 1:RetcH]
Drugs on the table
Hoes on the floor
[?] sluts smoking blunts in my ‘Lo
I know she with the shits she want to keep on some blow
And forty more bitches just walked through the door
My nigga got the punch and he pouring up a four
Better take it easy, sip sip slow
And I’m like, “Nah my nigga, Ima just fuck with this smoke”
Got this ice in my cup
And this Rémy in my coke
Cause that Sprite mixed with Actavis no mother fucking joke
Seen a bitch I used to fuck
But I ain’t even speak cause she fucking with that pretty bitch I met last week
And she look so fucking good
Got her bucket on low and she don’t even wear panties
That’s the trillest bitch I know
And every time we fuck I fuck her so she don’t forget it
I can tell that she ain’t met a real nigga in a minute
I’m a gift from the gods
So I bless her with my presence
Got that pussy on lock let’s bring it back to the essence
I don’t really bring her around she make these bitches look like peasants
So we gon enjoy the night
Lil’ mama why you be stressing we got

[Hook]

[Verse 2: A$AP Ant]
Where the weed at?
Where the Xans at?
Where the lean at?
Get fucked up
Drugs on the table knows what’s up
Light skin with a fat ass
Hit a blunt no [?]
Got my eye on the cash
Dice game, triple up
Yellow Tuss, double cup
Bismuth is going down, Ciroc shots, more rounds
Blow a pound, high as fuck
My right hand man got a burner tucked
Act stupid, shoot your party
Eyes red than the devil
Dig yourself, get a shovel
Paddle to Nadle
Crash car up, buy a new one
Hell yeah, I’m on one
She wobble ass like a ceiling fan
Panties silver like a pan
Ride me like a sedan
Thinking I’m gonna make her mine
When I hit she know the time
Out the bitch, chase money
Laugh, ain’t shit funny
Penis in her tummy
Eating me like some gummies
I’m the reason she ain’t bummy

[Outro: RetcH]
Drugs on the table
Hoes on the floor
Niggas shooting dice, couple bottle on pour
My nigga Dollar came through with the Xans and the smoke
And forty more bitches just walked through the door