GB - Mr. Baker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hey
Hear the trumpets trumping uh beats a bumping
I’m up to something a words I’m mumbling
Everybody knows I’m coming, it’s just a matter of when
Mr. Baker in this bakery I’m about to dig in

Gary is the name, won't be the last that ya hear it
My rhyme's is scary and ya girl be probably scream when she near it
I mean I know a couple of fools that hear my words and they fear it
My story going as I want this game I puppeteer it

My spirit sends lyrics my body answers with harmony
These notes surrounding my ears be in my heart just a bargaining the kid
Like right and wrong together sounding like a melody
My thoughts and song together seeming like the remedy

This brew my medicine, doctor prescribed but I ain't hesitant
When I get to sipping, flows be ripping like a testament

Mr. Baker, the man that gone make her shake her ass off
Lyrical Letters be merging together between the coughs
When I’m writing I’m smoking, I’m smoking I’m choking
Sounds so high off the potent that I be toking

Uh when she come around with the dude, feel like a rock star
Want to roam the town with crew up in this hot car
But ya know we in this bitch it go fast
Ain't gonna stop the ride till it crash, Dummy
This dick ain't wrapped I’m no mummy
If you lick the shaft, betta know you get the honey b

I be swarming and warning these hoes about my sting
She be swarming and tryna get her hands up on the bling
Saying GB I don’t know if we can treat this as fling

Mr. Baker, GB for the short
This my timing I be rhyming on these beats like it’s a sport
Mr. Baker, ooo this thing so smooth
Hit it so long lil shawty can’t move
Mr. Baker ask me if I do her like that
See for ya self, baby girl, toot it toot it on back

Mr. Baker she call me, seem like she think I’m her teacher
She a grade a student, yea I test her what I teach her
Type of girl to bring the apple to the class and be the reader
When the bell ring we headed off to fuck under the bleachers

Uh my sole so worn like I need the new sneakers
She say my head is in the clouds but bet that drake was too a dreamer
Just because I live my life fast don’t mean that GB is a speeder
She clicking all up on me till I burst like minesweeper

Mr. Baker, the man that gone make her shake her ass off
Lyrical Letters be merging together between the coughs
When I’m writing I’m smoking, I’m smoking I’m choking
Sounds so high off the potent that I be toking

Mr. Baker, GB for the short
This my timing I be rhyming on these beats like it’s a sport
Mr. Baker, ooo this thing so smooth
Hit it so long lil shawty can’t move
Mr. Baker ask me if I do her like that
See for ya self, baby girl, toot it toot it on back

Uh accredit myself to 94, now my music shake the doors
And how I do’s it bring the whores
She want to explore the shore
I’ll be the 9 she’ll be down on all fours

Mr. Baker the man that gonna make her shake her ass off (x3)