Ibn Inglor - Lux [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
These niggas talk fashion
This lux of a life I be having
You niggas couldn't grasp it, you niggas to average
You talk that shit, but couldn't walk it either
These niggas know me, for the motherfucking gold in the teeth
But I keep it lowkey
In these motherfucking streets
Where these bitches slow grind for a motherfucking G
Insanity roams in the motherfucking beat
But I'm scrapping through my demons for a motherfucking beast
Locking all the doors till you motherfuckers see
That this nigga Inglor is the motherfucking key
God, let me slow down for The Lord
If sinning was a fashion, I'd die for a cause
Women never ride for the boa but I'm digging through my mind for a blood
Through my mind for a blood diamond

[Hook]
Versace souls, Balenciaga gold
Balmain jeans with a watch of a king
This lux of a life finna' rob me, dang
Finna' rob me dang, nigga
Finna' rob me dang, finna' me dang, nigga
Yeah nigga, finna' rob me dang

[Verse 2]
Load it till the motherfucking click go
I'm a motherfucking schizo
Last through the silence, I'll pass through the violence
Of the motherfucking stragg's and the simp's
Ride with the pimps, set aside all the chips
Cause money making venue will surprise hella shit
Niggas trip hard when the broads let 'em hit
Like pussy run everything, nah it ain't shit, nigga
I pass hella blunts, hit your bitch nigga
The mafia runs hella shit, nigga
You probably never hit a lick, but you run with a clique
Nigga you a simp, nigga
Your niggas never load up a clip, let explode on your hip
But you 'spose to repent, cause sinning to the Lord is below hella shit
Send 'em to the gawd, so he know that is I, ah

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Load it for us, load it for us
Load it for us, tell these bitches just to hold it for us
And they hold the doors cause the king finna' rise on that ass
And they hold the doors cause the queen finna' pass on that ass

[Verse 3]
Yeah bitches bow down nigga, nigga
Yeah bitches bow down to the god like I
Swords to the core, feel the wrath like ahh
Cloth is Simons and the hat is Don
Niggas know I am what you aren't and more
Push me to the stars with the hands of God
Switch it to Allah with Akbar, not the Frank the Ocean
My car never starts, so this can't be noticed
Bitches hold me down to the, nah
I said that enough for the night
Let me get into what these whore's on tonight
So my niggas pull the card so they sure they gon' ride
Let my niggas know if you blow, let my niggas know if you go
Let me pull the clothes from these hoes, nah
Put it to the nose of these hoes
So they spot is filling, and they blow can show

[Hook]