Kenny Silver - Friday Night Lights [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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Started from the bottom, got this niggas wanna dig me out
That money on my mind and this thoughts you can't figure out
All i got is big dreams, homie don't wake me up
Friday night lights and i'm jason to the night...

VERSE 1


Press on my shit with all this fine questions
Dropped outta college thats my best answer
Man i eat these rappers and i eat em by the menu
My flow so cold man you sneezin...bless ya
Bitch i'm so praline chocolate like i'm from belgium
My ex wanna work it out,told her i dont hit the gym
Pockets so deep that the money can't swim
And if the money soo heavy then the money gotta sink
Fuck it!where them haters at
Step up to the target tellem take the best shot
Dodgin all you haters like some fuckin rain drops
It's crazy!bitch i'm 20 years old aimin at the top,huh?
I just do me and fuck what i'm not
Time is money, well you niggas got the cheapest watch
Make a line then joke about you rappers kathy griffin
Better get to safety cause my lines bout that killin
Drop a tape noone buy it cause your shit ain't that appealin
Am so out of this world,you niggas still in the buildin
In the kitchen doin toast and i salad it with the bacon
Young nigga on his own boy i do it without a major
Always on time but i can't tell what the date is?
It's me myself and i and this money that i'm datin
These rappers old fashioned,they out dated
Man i'm fresh all day everyday,you can call that faded


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VERSE 2

Jump up on that beat kenny silver just landed
Beat that beat up i swear it's gon need a bandage
Chase that money checks full of commas and hyphens
Man i'm smellin good calvin shit where my manners
My girl call her girl bout to get down with her gay friend
Asked her who the realest she told me she only know one
Bitch i'm winnin this shit like a nigga hit a homerun
Yeah i wear my hat backwards like a baseball player
I don't go in pairs cause i'm the type you can't compare
Make her miss her period like a motherfuckin leap year
On the road to riches,tell the chauffeur take me there
Married to the game took the baby to the day care
Walkin through the hall fame of life,all i see is stares
Climbin up the chart using elevator fuck a stairs
Bitch it's jam sway manney on your ship call us pirates
Nigga think they fly but they never fly private
Amma bout to make this song e.p,get it!elvis presley
If you don't like what i'm doin nigga fuck you pay me
I'm straight to the point like a motherfuckin needle
My so twisted,call it a motherfuckin riddle
Kill her husband and date his motherfuckin widow
Damn!this beat sleepin on me guess i should throw it a pillow huh
I ain't lyin when i'm sayin next year i'll be the biggest buzz
Shoutout jam sway manney,sam jones, kid caafri
It's kenny silver 33 all day you dig

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