Dude Madison - Killing The Game (Feat. Supa B) (Prod. Miles Brice Musik) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
We don't stop 'till the world stops (turning)
We on a roll gotta keep the kush (burning)
You know how it goes, can't stop us
Boy we on the road, on the road
You smell that freedom baby
We pulling up on some pretty ladies
You know just how it goes, I'm on the dark side don't save me

[Verse 1]: (Dude Madison)
20 miles a minute, swimming in it like Venice
Women on us like layers, the trident gave them incentive
Benefit for the children, I spend the money in millions, if I only had a million, I would throw a catillion
Biddies screaming out ILY, stacking the seventh figure
711 chilling, I'm gaudier than Godzilla
It's mardigras celebration, holy for goodness saken
She bathing without a suit, oh lord I must be mistaken
She jamaican me crazy, took a boat on the water
Pulling over the waiter, best be taking my order
Imma order the orderves, then I'm crossing the border
Cause they love me in cuba, and costa, and in menorca
Bubbly in jacuzzi, can u pass me my snorkle, it's another dimension I'm stepping right through the portal
You can't top yours truly, why I'm killing the game

[Hook]

[Verse 2]: Supa B

Ok, literally speaking
I’m a beast and I’m feasting
On every literature thesis, I promise there is no weakness
I been hard since the fetus
You probably hardly conceited
That this is all about freedom
And I am all about feeding my family first
Money, money money, Jesus tell me, who is worse?
The nigga that pretend or the one that lie in a Herse?
The game is to be sold so I spit it in a verse
My name is Supa B and I am on a blood thirst!
Wilin, Howlin. At the full moon on the tombstone growling
At these hating hoes that be out dream crowding
And I will never stop until I reproduce in thousands
While Versace certain trousers mean nothing to the faucet of life
I pray that my wrongs turn right before night
While he who hustle hard shall be exposed to light
We killing the game without a fight like AGH!