Chris King - Where The Wild Things Are [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chris King]


I'm taking no shit so, please jump off the potty
Big willy, no ducatti. Cheetah rags, no safari
Hold your head, I umbrella, I
Drop on everybody, get it poppin'
Pop that ass like ain't nobody watchin'
Dripping sweat, in the crack of your breast, let me mop it
With my tongue, get you drunk, if i'm lucky Sloppy Toppy
I get love at the bar, I dont even need my license
Is it liquor? Is it drugs? Cause I got all these devices
I am King on these Ho's
Lo-Looking like your highness
What the fuck, I am up, I'm currently at my highest
Fresh out of that shop, I show these bitches what style is
Ask my team, I show these niggas what Wild is
Wild Kids
Fuck it, its nothing what time gives
Play for high stakes like T-Bones & a Prime Rib
Pop a couple pills, never closing my eyelids
Fuck the cup. Buy a bottle. Lucky I'm alive bitch!


[Hook]

Girl if you get up on that dance floor (X2)
I put your legs up like a lambo
I put your legs up
Fuck it ring the alarm
Now where are my lucky charms
Cause bitch i'm just gettin' cake
Like everyday i was i born
The marijuana, the drank
Be having a nigga torn
So I keep a couple dimes
Just to keep a nigga warm
Hey!

[Verse 2: Chris King]


Rappers wanna copy (x2)
Bop all of they girlies, funny you ain't caught me
Everyone calls me King, but these bitches think it cocky
Take her to the after hours then i swag on her body
Get her high, fuck her good, jet lag on her body
Drive her crazy blow her top, paper tags for that body
Yellow tape homocide for that body
Grab your purse & yo shit, call a cab for your body
Thats a first, it'll probably be the last for that body
Cause i'm gone off some new weed in a brand new party
Who am i?
Who are you?
You a bad little shawty
Liquor goggles got me looking through a glass lil mami
My, style is mythical
My condition is critical
Smoking , sipping, identical
Pussy in my peripheral
Breathing and its a miracle
Middle fingers, i get so high
While you pump this through your stereo
King

[Hook]



[3rd Verse: Chris King]

Shoebox new shoes old money in it
Throw a on the stack floor, go money swimming
Gold rollie, cold 40, & a broke swisher
One thing that she can't stand, is a broke nigga
Think its funny, we dont take it as a joke nigga
Kick away that chair if you playing with that rope nigga
Fuck a photo finish, no where close nigga!
If i said you your tight its probably cause you fit your clothes different
I'm a beast no cage on the prowl, water damage to your prezzi
Cause the time is now, how your shit don't stank when mines is foul
I tell a bitch to catch the wave never mind the towel
Yeah


[Hook]