M.A.B. - Can't Trust 'Em (M.A.B. Mix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{Verse 1}

Ok I'm blowin up off this rap shit
Stackin up off that trap shit
I was fallen down, but now I'm back up
Yea my back ups and actress
She a bad chick, in designer
You gotta bad chick, but mine finer
You mistaken pussy for power
Fuck a mattress, man we out grindin
What you fuckin for? You feel comfortable?
Now you thinkin kids, Mister Hucksable
Got bread, got cheese, got meat
Now she put me in a box to make a lunchable
Now, Who u think this is girl?
Yo think I'm new to this biz, girl?
I stay Mackin so I stay strapped
Till my homegirl suck the jizz, hurl
I'm sick as hell, my whip appeal
Got infidels, runnin in brazil
For a couple mill, they'll make a kill
I pay the bail, so they don't believe in jail
They don't believe in hell, so they don't believe in God
Norfolk niggas 'gon eat your heart
Northwest niggas 'gon kill ur broad
And All my southside niggas 'gon beat the odds
Started down, now they on the rise
Right hand all on her thighs
Trill nigga, that's on my life
The baddest hipsters all on my side
Pretty boy with a mean mind
Don't need a watch to know its me time
I'm lookin good and my tree's pine
Hell yea, Make your girl's knees shine!
Hold up, (hold up), hold up
Did a nigga just swag like that?
Pouch with the Loud feelin proud
Cuz young nigga got green, like a cabbage patch
Yea, it's 2012, I'm the aftermath
Y'all niggas shady, no aftermath
Call me M.A.B., nothing after that!
All my niggas lurkin, they after rats!



{Hook}
I can't trust none of these niggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
I'm killing it
And I'm chilling in a marijuana cloud with my bros
Talking shit, but I'm talkin Ghost
Gettin' money, that's all I know
Killing shit and I been the shit
And I did this shit all on my own!
X2

{Bridge}
Your girl get loose off this dro, gettin loose off this dro
She swagged me out of my clothes, I done got her into her zone
Now she loose off of this dro, gettin loose after this dro
She ain't goin back home so stop blowin up her phone

Man I fucked up, smoked her out
She fuked up. I'm stroking now
Picked up, broke a pound
Dick her up, she broken now
Back on the grind, focused now
If she think she mine, she hopin foul
Now her nigga be locin' now
I been said that nigga was bogus, wow!
Real nigga with heart, (What?) How the fuck u feel nigga?!
I been this from the start, (What?) So where the fuck is my deal, nigga?!
I'm outragous, groundbreaking, no pound breaking, the town favorite
Niggas fakin, Bitches fakin
I keep on cranking , I don't see no haters!
Hold Up!
(Hold Up!)

{Hook}