LongOverDue - One Bottle (V-Eye, Big Kae, LYE, Stagga) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)

V-Eye, ey, haha!
All I need is One Bottle
2models and no condoms
Cause that be like
Some halla through bottles and more problems
Acting stupid, grabbing booty
Namhlanje ak' lalwa siya dakwa
Drinking til' I feel the buzz
Cancer smokes to lift it up
Ohh shit manje ngiyay' feel ipluk
Im fitnna fuck and bitches halla thick as fuck
Krappa-krappa roll it up
One bottle up in my hand
And the second hand is for grabbing ass
Thats my autograph(signature)
Nigga spliff up and I 2step
No sober bitches I duesy
Move lames yall aynt cool hey?
Bottles up in the air
Fitna feel the joys of these bitches
On my stick I mean im like "yeah"
Drink in my cup and im leaning
Fiending for more of these drinks
But fuck it I'll just spit these heaters...
Nigga like what do you think?
These bottles also keep coming
But I'm alright with One
She waiting up on my bottle
And waiting up for me to come!

(Hook)
One bottle, one bottle
2 models, no condoms one bottle
One bottle, 2 models
One bottle, no condom
What you know about that


(Verse 2) Big Kae

Okay its 1 bottle
I'm 2 steppin'
Its 3am and I'm turn't up
Its hella jays there's bankys too
You know we get em all burn't up

Spilt a drink on my favourite shirt
I'm ashin' jays on her favourite skirt
She came to party
She drank bacardi
She popped the molly
She acted gnarly

Bad bitch from a decent home
Lips luscious
They hella chrome
I fucked around
And she give me dome
I beat that ass
Like a xylophone
Took my digits and saved em
My best track is her caller tone
(-"I'm hella faded with Big Kae"
-she tweeted it and she made it know)

Rookie on em missions
Fuck em rap niggas that's dissin'
Cause they takin' shots
But they missin'
Yeah I shitted on em
You pissin'
Ran on bio oil
So you slippin'
Fuck that vaseline but I glisen
Swagg on teen spirit
I'm turnt up like ignition
So I'm driven by my ambition

(Hook)

(verse 3) LYE

One bottle stay trippin
Red cup in your left hand
Bad bitch on your right hand
You still gonna grab that mic (Damn)
Stay trippy we turnd up
Eastrand nigga we own up
That reefer rollin' bout'a smoke up
Backwoods you never chock up
Trap trap flows going suicidal
No lamboghini doors thts a sick arrival
4 2 5 bags mahn the jig is up
Puff puff pass the greens are rough
Cheerleaders never sprung the seasons tough
Ain't gonna stop us from turning up
Drinks will get you sailing out
On 1 paddle the shoots are buck
Smack that booty like it disrespected you
Sha'shake it in ma face like nothing phases you
Bite of the forbidden fruit
Yeah I can taste that prove
Got a full clip nigga
I just came to scoop
Like its underground shit
I got that over look
Got your girl on 1 script
She already fully booked
One bottle
2 models
No condoms
No vows x3
Means no problems

(Hook)

(verse 4)

All I need is one bottle
One bottle, one bottle
All I need is one bitch
No butterface, just fresh models
A dime piece just for killing time
Some booty calls give you baby mama
My whole team tryna get a pair of milf
I mean pairs of milf
That's old lady mama
A later mama
Playing radical with a booty so fat
Eradicate tangible raps on that
Thoughts on introspection
Examine weed and pop that goony shit
Bottles on some action
Johnny walking jacking Daniel shit
Law courts intersected
Cross examine all these bitches
Cremated that body
With that reefer burning ash to ash
Barricade dead bodies
Keep you locked against your corpses
Your flows pony tale
Your a horse back Imma' two Porche
One more bottle add some poison
Spark that blunt
Fuck being sober
Check me flex my own nation
Birch-A Kat in Masrover
Up in Stu just fiddle with pots
And cook some master beats
Esasity flows on luxury
Until they jacking me
Inspecting souls on critical shows
Till you rest in peace
(Rest in peace... Stagga... Birch-A-Kat...L.O.D!)

(Outro)
Yeah, tell them niggas I'm back
They know where to find me
Back like I never left bitch
Ha, its NARCOTIC