Aa - Lol [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Boom bap hip hop murder every beat
This nigga doesn't even murder any beats
Cause he ain't from the motherfucking streets
Limousine Limousine Limousine
Bitch you just a wannabe
Cause honestly you just try to get in front of me
Kick your car I got no regrets
Katarina Sanchez
That's where the land ends
Cause she's just a fucking bitch
Rolling through Dub City on the fucking bandwagon
Just trying to find my way through all the traffic

[Hook]
Paul Johnson
Paul Johnson yeah Paul Johnson (7x)
Paul Johnson got a small johnson
Paul Johnson yeah Paul Johnson (2x)
This nigga Paul Johnson
Aye!

[Verse 2]
Paul Johnson got a small johnson
Everybody knows that
Yeah we go way back
All my niggas coming through
Palestinians shot by the Jews
ISIS just a fucking crisis
Boy got his license
Girls on his privates
Money shot skeet skeet big prizes
Smoke so much weed got bronchitis
Spirit of a master head of an ibis
Mathematics so tight like I went to school in Greece
Pussy so tight like I got it off my beats
My lady's eyebrows on fleek
Pussy so sweet
House worth a million
Swag worth a billion
Donald Trump falling into oblivion
Four thousand followers
Instagram
Yeah do it for the fam
Cause all my niggas to it for the bands

[Hook]
Paul Johnson
Paul Johnson yeah Paul Johnson (7x)
Paul Johnson got a small johnson
Paul Johnson yeah Paul Johnson (2x)
This nigga Paul Johnson
Aye!

[Verse 3]
White supremacy
These niggas trying to get the best of me
Homeless on they knees begging me for what they need
Take a knife and end somebody's life Assassin's Creed
Don't know what to say man don't know how to speak
Too busy taking hits and smoking hella weed
Gunshots in SF we so stressed
Thots on After School dreaming about sex
And wannabe bodybuilders look at how much they flex
Reflected in your ears and reflected in your eyes
Pulling bitches left and right these bitches wanna fight
Do it for the family and do it for your rights
Be grateful that you have a place you're sleeping in at night
Paul Johnson white boy number 10 be my fuckin guest
I wonder who the fuck is next
It's been a long ride since we ever met
Red cards and getting sent off it's the ref's call
I play with too much intensity
Honestly should I just stop putting in energy?