Robb Bank$ - Heartbreaker (London) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
First things first, miscommunication ain't no lie
So shut up nigga, ole' fuck nigga
The only thing gonna touch nigga is yourself nigga
When you see Robb Bank$ on sight
Man I'm playing with the pussy, I already know what they about
Man I see all they attentions on Panamera too
I make a nigga wanna swtich positions
I got doom with this bitch, And how she's been?
Past-tense, crazy I see that bitch a day later
Her eyes first, I size her up after, then she say "Hey stranger"
I take a glance, and I laugh cause of my outlook on the situation
She say I'm disappearing
Never dealt a nigga like me
I ain't going abandon my city
Let alone run from no pussy
Got a lot of paper, none with my name on it, another purple
But Richie could still read through you invisible
Boy ill be damned if a bitch think they smarter than me
See your Broward college degree only left hand prints of steam on the porch window
Perspiration on the seats
In other words man, I wasn't impressed man
We're the first and seconds I'm saying doing an oppression
Always gonna be acting like someone that you ain't
Y'all niggas tryna be someone that you ain't
At Paramount I make a movie, faint to Panameras to Dually
And if you making a scene you pretty much saying shoot me
Got these lame niggas putting bugs in your ass like Shino ho
Took a bitch on a date the other day to prom
Uno, dos, had a blonde bitch fighting to get to be a nigga
Two phone Tarantino

[Hook x2]
Heartbreaker, fuck up yo' bitch make-up
Heartless, ungrateful
Unfaithful, love you then they hate you
Just tell them stay true to what they saying, they ain't me
While we pass notes hand to hand with the paper
It's raining, said its pouring
Young savage
Only ride foreign

[Verse 2]
Said I just want you to want me
When you sliding state to state, country to country
You bound to leave a piece of something somewhere with somebody
I wanna make a scene with ya'
With the same ingredients that's Professor Utonium
And you need a turn Inspector Gadget on
Your going on on a nickel marriage
Ask your dime-piece southern Hampshire
She'll tell you I'm a savage
Boy, four in the morning you got me zoning at my iPhone
Then it turn to six, then a nigger realize he just want sex
So I give a call to my Claymore bitch
Cause I know that she awake, and
Been a savage since elementary
Can't look me in my eyes so you look up my history
But what you niggas don't get it is all that shit will get to me, it stick to me
A year ago we talking about running away and leaving
And now it's been two months and she still ain't bleeding, bitch
And all these fuck boys think another nigga life so sweet
These niggas say my daddy rich shit, the my bitch call me Weezy
See how fired up you get me
Get me off topic again like the new jewelry on your pussy ring from the main thing
Two months I've lived with you, talking till we passed out, no goodnight kisses
So passive aggressive but you tell me you love me and I think you meant it
It it's funny the only woman that I ever really loved in a different country
Country boy can't pass the county limits
I drink more lean in all these niggas
And show cutling to all these niggas
Fucked all your bitches
And these Xan's got me thinking that everybody snitching
Aye thats why they call me Robb
Cause a nigga always gone
But I'm never gone missing
Broward County, I'm in the city

[Hook]

[Outro]