Death the kid - Filthy Ronin Beautiful [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Death The Kid]
Death The Kid!

[Verse 1: Death The Kid]
Hot bitches, crunk bitches, go and get the skunk, bitches
I'm about to smoke, I don't choke when I hunt bitches
Up in the cut, flippin' deuces by the truck
Liftin' weight out the crate when it's late, we get-buck-chillin'
And we fuck-chillin', fuck when we chillin'
All these thirsty girls want to fuck with the villain
Death the fuckin' illest, I eat the pussy up
Kissin' on her stomach like a fuckin' tummy tuck
Whiteboy, goodnight boy, leave you on the floor, boy
Come right through with the proof of your life, boy
I ain't actin' manly, bruh, I'm about to handle ya
2014, we incitin' shit like Mandela
Blunts like a candle, uh, what you think we in here for?
Fold the money up and get the jewelry out the drawer
See, I don't fuck with theft but I stay fuckin' thrifty
And 3.5 steady cost me a 50
If you fuck with Death, know the mental eye is with me
Homicide is filthy when the victim ain't guilty
Inside the hive, you can jive with my gypsies
Smokin' on the weed like a Beat in 1960
Your girl want it with me, I see you don't like me now
I see your breed is the seed of a broken vow
And with a token bow, I exit, clouds of smoke
Would it kill you to let me smoke my 'dro?