Criss Lyric - Fuego Diego [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Criss Lyric]

What a Pleasant gift/To win I must like sweaty pits/
So lemme drift, high like kites/Outta sight /
Niggas bite, twilight type/But I move like/
Werewolves who wear wool/
Sheep's clothing, keep potent Speech floating/
One, fifty Uno, take shots like Buttafuoco/
Lame Nigga rearrange your meaning of flame/
Freeze frame the game still they disregard The name/
But I don't take it to the heart in fact/
My cardiac is part of an ancient artifact/
The other half is buried under the pyramids/
Unlucky number 13/in the zodiac, on some killer shit/
They wanna trap me extract my DNA/
But I'm privy to it all nigga, come and get me/
How ever you want it/Multicultured, shoot down vultures /
Never tire when I'm taking over empires /
For the crumbs and crust/I bust ass/
Get you where you headed forget about bus passes/
I must spazz/My fetti is peach fuzz but I must stash it/
All before I'm toe tagged and shit/
Pull a heist then I'm ghost, poltergeist /
Lost sight maybe like once or twice/
Fuck it, can't say the same for those who lost they life/
Caught up in they own hype/My bitches ain't the wife type /
More like the night life type/come home drunk, fuck me in the morning /
And suck me as I open my eyes, stretch and yawning/
Say I'm rude, but a prude bitch really bores me/
Every statement is fuego diego I/pillage villages and rape beat breaks/
I don't need two pistols to hit fools with this jujitsu/
Punch planks and I headbutt bricks too/
I smoke aces, poke her face and poke facebook pages/
Super live, do or die got em stupefied/
This that seasoned flavored flow/
Curry goat, ox tail, rice and peas/
Sunday night top cuisine nigga