J.R. Donato - Texas [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: J.R. Donato}
Take sips give me cups
Of the mothafuckin purp...
Texas..aye..aye
Tryna find myself, get comfortable..
Look....uh..aye..look

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
Uh, coolin' with the Jetsons'
Take sips gimme cups of the Texas
In the Benz while im stuntin' on my exes'
Put it to your chest
Who the fuck you playin chest with?
Eight with the beam and its precious
87' with the most we on essex
CBS on my mothafuckin' necklace
Spit game break a bitch like tetris
Scurrtin' in the Benz and im wreckless
Make a jug and my niggas on the extras
Im a king and you talkin' like a peasant
Don't you know that bullshit is irrelevant?
Steppin' in the room feelin' like a elephant
Young Donato baby ain't that boy so heaven scent?
Young slime puttin hoes in the reverent
Lean, lean, shake codeine ain't no smellin it

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
What you sippin' on nigga? Texas
What them bitches want nigga? Texas
Where them bitches from nigga? Texas
Better get you some nigga, Texas
Can't lie keep it chill like, Texas
Comin' down what it feel like, Texas
Pourin folds on these niggas, Texas
Four more on these niggas, Texas

[Verse 2: J.R. Donato]
Bullshit we don't honor that
So much weed I ain't gotta touch a pound a sack
Steppin' in this bitch whole lotta racks
Im the acid baby tell me where the problems at
Uh, who gone play me now?
Talkin' to my dad and he say he proud
Get your bitch with the dick she can pay me now
Smokin' kush everyday call it daily loud (kush) (say?)
Now I keep some money in my pocket, and I pocket rocket
Ballin' like the rocket, boxes prolly ostrich
Niggas wanna stop it, can't change the topic, take a picture crop it
Know I keep them P's and them pitchin' like an option
Is you tryna leave baby that is not a option
It is hard to keep up with these guala's in my pocket
All my niggas ballin' keep that cake like Betty Crocker

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
What you sippin' on nigga? Texas
What them bitches want nigga? Texas
Where them bitches from nigga? Texas
Better get you some nigga, Texas
Can't lie keep it chill like, Texas
Comin' down what it feel like, Texas
Pourin folds on these niggas, Texas
Four more on these niggas, Texas

[Outro: J.R. Donato]
Bad bitches they want us to smoke em out
Smokin' when im pullin up
Bitch im known for showin' out
Im comin' down, we gon keep it trill as fuck
Texas what we sippin' on, tell that bitch to give it UP

Lyrics submitted by: Mike Tomasetti