Calvin Coolidge - Bass [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Ok I know you're not the Vice President, shit maybe I am
But if I say somethin' then you better be a Biden
Cuz I could take glasses to a blind man and sell it
And make so much prophet that Mohammads gettin' jealous
I'm, fly like Aladdin
Gone in a Saturn
With a bad bitch on my arm, doesn't matter
Cuz my last name isn't Sandler but I swear to God motherfucker I'm about to get Adam
Gone off the killer
Got it from a dealer
Girl trippin' out cuz I've never been realer
When she told me to meet the parents I swear to God... I've never been stiller
Attackin' the rap and it's sad that it's happened, and mad that it's back and it's wack as a vaccine
It's bad but it has to be passionate ass-kickin', otherwise a motherfuckin' wack'll be back bitches
I ain't really wanna but she wit it so I get it and she fit it when I hit it what I'm sippin' is acidic
We're just gettin' all the bitches flow we're ditchin' all the digits never listen to a critic they just want it but I live it

I got weed and I got hoes
And I get money at all my shows
And I get paid right out the do'
But yo, all this shit doesn't matter motherfucker cuz
I got weed and I got hoes
And I get money at all my shows
And I get paid right out the do'
But yo, all this shit doesn't matter motherfucker cuz I got bass, I got bass
And I get blazed, but I got bass
I got bass, I got bass
And I got haze, but I got bass
And I got weed and I got hoes
And I get money at all my shows
And I get paid right out the do'
But yo, all this shit doesn't matter motherfucker cuz
I got bass

Late night rollin' Jays, no Leno
Told the ho we're goin to Toys-R-Us, baby leggo
This ain't eyeshadow but I may be leanin'
I eat the beat and throw it up, I think I may be bulemic
Fuckin' with this better hold your own
The weed come in bricks, we're rollin' stones
Hoes wanna bone, blowin' up my phone
You can call me 2-3 I'm in the zone
But I don't feel like smokin' doe
Oh what you think I'm jokin' ho
When I pull the coke out I swear to God her nose be growin' like Pinocchio
Now I could sell Os or Landos, but I gotta have it
Now your girlfriends on my Johnson partner you could call it Magic
It's kinda tragic the savage is at it by habit
Snatchin' up cash and they're mad that I grab it
What's happenin' happens to add to the balance and battle the malice subtractin' my talent
So ho - get in
No - trippin'
All up on my dick cuz I'm so - different
Dro - hit it
And if you don't like what I got to say then don't - listen
I'm in a room full of hoes and they whisper you the best
So I fuck one and let my swagger do the rest

I got weed and I got hoes
And I get money at all my shows
And I get paid right out the do'
But yo, all this shit doesn't matter motherfucker cuz
I got weed and I got hoes
And I get money at all my shows
And I get paid right out the do'
But yo, all this shit doesn't matter motherfucker cuz I got bass, I got bass
And I get blazed, but I got bass
I got bass, I got bass
And I got haze, but I got bass
And I got weed and I got hoes
And I get money at all my shows
And I get paid right out the do'
But yo, all this shit doesn't matter motherfucker cuz
I got bass