Kris Hendrix - District of Columbia [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Keep it trill
Yeah that's all I know
Got a white bitch that loves this chocolate
Got a black chick y'all wouldn't know
Throw the red carpet wherever I go
Just finished booking me 20 more shows
Got a couple n*****, that would do anything
So I give them the finest of hoes
Okay
Finest foods, the finer things
The finest jewels, she'll never get a ring
It just ain't my thing, it just ain't my thing
Stop sweating me, it just ain't my thing
Bitches know, my Daddy's gone
My single drops, it's they favorite song
Now the album drops, it ain't been that long
It's yet to release but they know every song
It's The Good, The Bad, The Beautiful
This that Brooklyn, Cali, AlabamAvenue, Houston flow
This that shit they looking for
Christian Grey, Christian Dior
This that shit you hide in that brown bag
Down from that liquor store
She said I heard you cool with Drizzy June
No worries bitch that's the word on road
Tristan said these hoes don't know
Plant the seed, this boy gon' grow
New York's where I'm born and raised
But n**** you already know

CHORUS
Ladies and Mercedes
Ladies and Mercedes
Ladies and Mercedes
Ladies and Mercedes
It's all for, It's all for
Ladies and Mercedes
Now this bitch is talking crazy
Out my face with that foogazy bitch

I swear
Olu is a beast
Man I show this city love
From Northwest down to Southeast
I said now KD is a beast
That's from Seat Pleasant up to Uptown
CCB, to TCB, to TOB, to Chuck Brown
Momma said what goes around
Is bound to come right back around
So I keep a clean cut, dirty Sprite, tailored down
She said damn June moving nice
How you learn to dance so well
Like I was born and raised on go-go
But you know it's hard to tell

CHORUS
Ladies and Mercedes
Ladies and Mercedes
Ladies and Mercedes
Ladies and Mercedes
It's all for, It's all for
Ladies and Mercedes
Now this bitch is talking crazy
Out my face with that foogazy bitch

I'll let Olu handle you
Now watch me flip the script n****

[Wale Verse]:
Wale, if you don't know me
You better read a book or something, this is D.C.,
By way of PG, we call that DMV
This song about you, then you probably need to leave
Pew! There go that ole girl, you need to go for it
Jordan 4's, won't find me in no loafers
Hold up, Maryland, I am so Terp
I've been so thorough, that's what I boast for
I know you thinking, I ain't gotta go there
You sitting at the bar wearing Barbaro's hair
Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love
Blue eyes but she blacker than Kunta
We don't believe you, you need more people
You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you
Shake your hair like them tracks ain't coming out
Bartender, no ice, bring another shot
And I ain't tryna be trife when I call 'em out...