Lifestyl - One in a Million [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus (Powda):

Do you really wanna know me?
Do you really wanna get with me?
Do you really wanna be with me?
I'm one in a million
Do you really wanna roll with me?
Do you really wanna fuck with me?
Do you really wanna come with me?
I'm one in a million
Do you really wanna ride with me?
Do you really wanna smoke with me?
Do you really wanna grind with me?
I'm one in a million
Do you really wanna fuck with me?
Do you really wanna shine with me?
Do you wanna spend time with me?
I'm one in a million

First Verse (Pancho Villa):

One in a million, this is true
If you don't agree then fuck you
Your girl told me "I know you"
So your girl I gots to do
Break the rules? It's meant to be
It's that boy, Pancho V.,
All the mamis up under me
Cuz my life too salty
Futuristic walk
With that futuristic talk
Future millionaires, with them futuristic thoughts
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Let's take a ride in my Lexus car
Come with this, million-are
I promise I won't, take it too far

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Second Verse (Pancho Villa):

Tell me that you really wanna fuck with me
Tell me that you really wanna roll with me
Tell me that you really wanna get with me
And put your mouth all over me
Girl won't you admit it?
That you is addicted
You liked the way I did it
But I ain't committed
Five, ten, shine and grin
I know you heard I'm just a friend
I'm the one that's gonna break you in
Again and again, again and again
Don't stop, get it get it
Is what you say when I'm in it in it
Then I say "Kiss it kiss it"
After I, hit it hit it
Yo read the news I paid my dues
Got to win and never lose
I'm keepin' cool and makin' moves
Cuz Mama didn't raise no fool
Remember me, Pancho V.,
New kid in the industry
Settin' trends, makin' ends
Makin' mucho dividends

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Third Verse (Ricky B.):

I thank the Lord for my good looks
And that I'm not no dead crook
And that the judge didn't throw the book
]From all the, dope I shook
Who's to say I won't end up dead?
Who's to say I won't go fed?
Who's to say you won't give me head?
While lyin' in my waterbed
And what about, when we love?
Doin' things you wouldn't think of
Bubble baths, bubble suds
Havin' sex on your period
Who's the scrub? Not me
C-E-O with a company
Buyin' cars, off the lots
Always wearin' big rocks

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Fourth Verse (Powda):

Do you wanna fuck with me?
Understand it's not for free
That's the way it's gotta be
Potent is the Powda see
Erotica Royale
All about myself
Better bring my mail
High-class and sassy can't you tell?
See I'm one in a million
Stackin' paper to the ceiling
Bound to get you off cuz when I ride you like that feelin'
So don't act like you don't know
That I'm all about my dough
When I'm walkin' through that door
All eyes on me I run the show

Chorus