Fortify - I Partied With Taj Gibson [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Artist: Fortify
Mixtape: Duplex
Song: I Partied With Taj Gibson

(verse 1)

Fuck I'm back in
Attacks bitch smacking
Loving the bitches hating the hoes
Loving the highs hating the lows

Most of all I'm a host of god
Fail to remember lost it all
Came late oh well staying late
Paid a dear price for a stalemate

Hey, hey man they come and go
Screaming that before I shut the door
I'm a 90s kid the highest bid
Won't fuck up not the slightest bit

Fuck the fame fuck fancy fortune
Lay Smackdown! Randy Orton
Handy dandy fancy notebook
Tasty bitch cold fruit

Fortify and taj gibson
Down the lane can't miss it
Over here all dope is count
All about it so don't shout

Bald black and rich as fuck
Lebron don't press your luck
Win that title do it for us
Taj gibson that's wassup

Black and white white and black
Fuck differences I'm staying back
I'm laid back still slaying tracks
Standing here saying fuck maybach

Where they at all the bads with us
Great music all the facts with us
Disaster music come and join
Mario status we get coin

You know what's up I'm bad as fuck
Laid it up but had the dunk
Could of passed had to flunk
Moving the ball you get the point

I love the lights hate the work
Pen to pad like JD and Turk
I'm god at this come at me
Acting hard don't front at me

Playing hard throughout this life
Fuck me over not this time
Fantasy for you final for me
Lighting storm damn oh gee

Wild nightmares shit hardly though
Break through shit gnarly yo
Shit dude I'm hardly broke
Look at me it's mario!

(Freestyle/Hook/Verse 2)

Man you a useless talent like kwame brown
Wiping my ass with trash and a snotty towel
Kobe texted me saying I'm the fucking greatest
Removed him from my contacts for sucking up to greatness

Bitch I'm cold these scary chicago streets
See me eating beats with my new milano teeth
Kobe on the mic and kwame on the lyrics
Flow like a car with an asian woman steering

Let me take back everything I never said
Better yet get the fuck off my feather bed
Russian roulette with some kids and angry birds
As I look around the room I'm seeing kid's angry words

Insults are something that I never took a liking
Bowl down my opponents and you could say I'm striking
Three armed bandit ranting and panting until the morning
Fourty and courting all the girls I think are alluring

No room for the devil god refused my entry
Little did he know i'd be fused for the century
(uh) I don't give a fuck

I'm a walking maniac on the streets at night
Even though you see my shit you know it's out of sight
I'm the best there ever was and ever is
When I go to take a shit I actually take a piss