Drew - Versace Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:dREW]

Versace Versace

Versace

Yo' man I ain't even gon' be humble about it
Man i killed this
I'm the rawest nigga alive, dog

I'm the Black Tom Ford
I'm the Black Saint Laurent
I'm the Black Warhol
I'm the Black on your wall

[Verse 1: dREW]

Versace, Versace
I got a hot tottie that's all on my body
If your girl ain't with you
Then call up her phone, I'll answer it prolly
I keep it 5 Hunna in these streets
With these beats, nigga no one can stop me
She lovin' my music, you know that she choosing me
Nigga I'm cocky
Put the deep Voice on like an A$AP song
Niggas thought I was Rocky
Book me for a show, I can turn funerals into a Project X Party
Turn up, Turn Out
I spaz in the booth
Migos look what you've started
I go retarded
Get sloppy toppy in drive-thrus at Hardee's
Its summertime and I'm still rockin' Cardis
2013, ya'll still poppin' Mollies?
Lodi Di Dodi man we like to party
Ask 'bout yo' nigga, they'll say that I'm gnarly
Poppin' an Ollie
On all of you haters
Kick-flip the middle finger, I ain't even a skater
Ballin' with that Cali Purple
I ain't even a Laker
Flawda Water on me homie
I ain't even a Gator
Ugh
But back to that Versace
Ah, geez
All these women screaming for my sausage
On knees
So, without spending a pretty penny
Take her to the local Denny's
And wait for her to finish
'Bout to get a ticket in a minute
'Cuz the windows so tinted
But they gotta be, you don't need to see what's up in it
She gettin' low like Lil' John and them Eastside niggas
Can't get spunk on the flo' 'cuz the Beamer's a rented
I can't keep goin'
Ball so hard that I hurt my groin
I think I need a massage

Hurry up with my damn croissants!