16orBetter - Episode 19 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Wykonawca: 16orBetter
Album: 16orBetter Series
Data wydania: 2014-07-11
Gatunek: Rap
Producent: Cartier Jones

Tekst piosenki

[Produced by Cartier Jones]

[Verse 1: Scuzz]
I could get used to this
Yeah, Dreamer
Steppin' out of BX
Fuck around, cut ya down like a V neck
Never been a fuck boy
All I did was never give a fuck boy, fuck boy
Too strong that Altoid, pretty boy swag, I'm so Floyd
Money machine that green bot, looking like that Android
Teabaggin' these hoes, so hot that I'm gone
Bad bitches so wet, couple of them start droolin' man
Swaggin' up and I'm coolin', guns cap and I'm zoomin'
Money talks I'll translate, I speak this shit so fluent
Cash back that wrist spit, Euros all in my accent
My writing look like Valentine, my lips speak and I'm so rich
I parachute in her pants, hammertime that clit
Lovin' that Big Daddy Kane, now she ass stuck to that dick
Man I'm blowin' weed, she blowin' me, on that dandelion type shit
Got that Golden gun in my clique, so that's why you talk about [?]
Me and Golden [?] my clique, look like an outgoin' new bitch
Faded, gone like Houdini all in my piff
And them handcuffed new J's, she ain't even breakin' out
Got them chickens on that syrup, syrup like a Waffle House
Help me get this shit straight
Killed this shit and this ain't even on a mixtape
Paperboys, my niggas is ridin' out
On bikes, sellin' dope, call that shit a paper route
Blow clouds, what I inhale like motels on that Doubletree
Evergreen, y'all keep the tumble weeds
And overall I'm over all like dungarees, sixteen ain't shit to a nigga's pedigree
Yeah we croppers up, three choppas up
Blowin' clouds you can't see us through the silence
Think you golden need protection out the condom talkin' [?], we accept like a fuckin' column now
Bitches on the nuts wanna pay Day
Have a nigga turnin' us, [?] vanilla hoes, crunchy sluts
[??], even better, recognize these gold diggers
To them pussies you gold liquor, breath smellin' like cat liter
Hard liquor yeah cap it, son, hard liquor, make her cum
Covered her butt, glaze that ass, that's what I call a honeybun
Yeah, so how I leave these hoes
Man I just make them squirt cause semen tells
The face where she 'bout, cause that bird goin' South
Tell her act like where she gassed 'til that pussy gettin' crashed nigga
No nickels, straight dimes
That's flippin' the digits and bitches rode mine
My mind's a gold mine with land mines and you're blind
And drunk, walkin' a straight line, shoes are untied
Psychic said I'd be a legend just in due time
So who the fuck am I to say that she's just lyin'
They molding Cassius like Clay to Ali
So I float like a Uzi and I sting sub-machine nigga
It's Scuzz, Dreamer, BX

[Verse 2: Bakko]
Yo, it's your girl Bakko
Seven colors, clearly faded
Let's get it, Jack Thriller
Call A&E to intervene cause I'm sicker than a dope fiend with slow dreams
But I flow quicker than your whole team
Blow smoke cause I go green, mood indigo then I go slow and sweet
I don't mean codeine, big dreams at sixteen or better yet I'll make the mic
Wetter than umbrellas in some shit weather
Sick and clever, a bitch been ill since forever
Hidden treasure, that exotic shit
A tight grip, nice hips, got the chronic lit
So hypnotic with the hollowness
As hollow as a bitch with a hollow twist
I'm spittin' hollow shit
[??] when a bitch spit
Gasoline on my lips with the match lit
That classic, never wack shit
I'm spittin' fire as high as the Messiah
I'm spittin' fire as high as the Messiah
Make a role with desire
I call it ego rappin' when you bluffin' and yappin' about shit that never happened
You need a smackin' cause you need to quit actin' and truly lackin' what you kick grasp is
That you wack bitch
I'mma have you collaspin'
Graspin' to breathe, askin' to leave
In the meantime I unleash my dopeness
Have you hopeless
I'm heavy and raw like Makavelli in awe
And all the scrap bitches with claws give them scars
I'm so high I'm on Mars I'm seein' stars
16orBetter, bitch wetter than a Maserati
We gettin' ladi-dadi
And I'm freestylin' off the dome tip
Don't give a fuck if you don't blow it
Yeah, Bakko
Instagram follow me, shout out to 16orBetter

[Verse 3: Moeschino]
I'm so New York I had to wear the snapback
I don't fuck with the Knicks but I rep where I'm at
The swag is rich legacy
I'm always in the banks like I'm fuckin' on Hilary
Bar for bar, y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Better off singing on stage cause you RnB
And I'm your girl's favorite rapper and it's so simple
To have her legs wide open like the Jordan symbol
I fuck bitches in pairs and make 'em hit the sour
And make 'em both go down like the Twin Towers
My bro Lil' got the sour shit, it's insane
You smoke reggie since you piffin' in the airplane
My bars go over your head just like airplanes, ohhh man
I heard somebody gotta bring New York back, but that's what I'mma do
Cause I'm a blueprint, and my bars is illmatic too
So let a nigga diss me, your boy goin' in
I'mma turn "u" upside down to see you n
Get it, we gon' see you end
Never get a ring in my city, you Pat Ewing
You wanna start beefin' that'll be a mistake
Cause the shit the lawyer carries, it'll be a brief case
You think I'm talkin' 'bout law nigga, what you thought?
I don't mean writin' a ticket when you getting caught
My niggas play no games like kids with no systems
They don't play no games like kids with no systems
Speakin' of systems, I can take your girl, ahk
And I'll be the new nigga playin' with your Xbox
I fucked her so good she couldn't walk the same
I nicknamed her Katrina and brought her a cane
They say Moe getting hoes, man it's nonsense
I get long neck from these birds like an ostrich
Fake niggas, hatin' on a grand scale
I ain't major but my lifestyle is real
And I don't fuck with these clowns, I never liked the circus
Like we drivin' in that Ford, ya boy stay focused
Stay in your lane, they tried to cut me off on purpose
But like Kevin I love, I got power to move forward
Get it, Kevin Love, he's a power forward
But fuckin' wants to be hot, niggas all for it
This rap game is ridiculous
It take a nigga like Kendrick to make rappers spit real lyrics
But it don't matter to me
Cause when I spit I make bitches jump like a car with a bad battery
In my hood niggas will grill you like a George Foreman
And pop you out while you in your hood, Trayvon Martin
And I'm a fly nigga, and your bitch is on it
Shorty gave he head in the rain, I called it rain stormin'
Cause I was thinkin' 'bout the bread while I caught the head
Gotta show you niggas how to be players like Uncle Fred
Ohh you mad your bitch moved on to the next
She packed up and left, now you a Fed Ex
Lettin' niggas knowin' these open letters
Your bitch asked to give me head, I told her, open then I let her
It's Moeschino, niggas know I'm that nigga
You can see the star in my eyes, I'm not a Jack Thriller
Ya heard?

[Verse 4: Ikabod Krane]
This is molly music, this is heart race
This is backpage.com, no car dates
This is learn to switch your license and your license plates
Sippin' lime margaritas on a open [?] case
Balmains on the Margielas
Givenchy jacket for the harsh weather
Big buckle Ferragamo, fuck a [?] racist
You cookin' up crack, had this on your playlist
Marshall Law and FEMA camps
Young nigga, hundred blizzies with the Visa stamp
In and out Seattle like a super sonic
I Utah Jazzed 'em in Salt Lake
Had to double back up in Arizona, but like the Phoenix I rose from the ashes
Gucci shit on, I think I'll wear it to my casket, on some stack shit
Here we go again like Gwop City
I don't drink soda but brought some pops with me
Nigga icy on the wrist
But that's just a little trick I play to watch how you capture shit
Hockey store like my living room, it's the relationship
I seen niggas lose their morals over vanity, to them I'm on some spacey shit
Like, I'mma hit your phone boy
I come through four door six, equipped with chrome toy
All red, white guts nigga, like I'm wipin' cuts
Stich niggas up, stop the bleedin'
Stop the blood clot lies, this is not your season
Suffocate fake rappers stop breathin'
Asphyxiate from my choke, Dock sneakers on
By Marc Jacob like I'm sailing on a boat
In an all white party, [??], [?]

[Outro: Jack Thriller]
Woah, woah!
16orBetter nigga
Hey, tune in every god damn Monday and Friday, 16orBetter
Me and the 16orBetter girls
It's going down man
Hey, I'mma see you all in a couple days, boom!

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