M.A.B. - Product Of My Environment (SpottieOttieDopaliscious Freestyle) M.A.B. Mix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Its 2012. I love to
Do anything i want to
Gotta new joint who love to
My crib, bitch come through
Gotta throne like Timbuktu
In a bad hood, try and come through
Gotta rack of hoes, i 'ont want u
Like sam koch, I'll punt u
Get the boot, Get the boot
Up in lil Italy, get the loot
Gotta new white joint look a lil cute
Hope her best friend is low key fruit
Cuz I wanna do them both. I love her throat
We serve the most, we flirt then stroke!
Go bizurk with work, we chirp, then skirt !
U lurk? Get murk!
She slirp then squirt!
Its just to easy to leave huh?!
Me love bonita
Really could leave her!
But shes a believer!
I need that in my life ta keep me a sniper!
Modern day writer, but still get u hype huh?
Roll up my pine I'm, Slowed up up like slime
No need for time I'm, busy gettn mine
Busy whippin these rhymes, busy flippin these o's
Busy trickin women, busy pimpin my hoes
Take your time cuz I'm rushin
You dont know where I come from
No food in my stomach
All I know is make that income
Eatin chinese, order more dim sum
Make all these thousands and then some!
U dont wanna step son!
Bitch, Ill treat u like my step son!
Beat u like u left something!
V.A., yea im still southern!
Shake and bake this beat
Wake and bake with tree!
Make a date with me?
Then you'll hate to leave!
Nothin will decease
Frustrations released
We make ends meet
Then she licks meat
I flippin up and I'm not sober
Hopin the police dont come and pull over
Gotta red man talking all on my shoulder
Tellin me make the girl want to come over
Damn, I guess this just what it is
We were made to live
So im gonna give
All i can, Cuz all that i did
Is all for my fans, They make me rich
Shout out to my dreamers, Got haters on defense
Yall realy can't compete with, That young nigga spittin beast shit
Gotta Arachnophobia in a rappin coma, Tell the last 3 soldiers pass it over
This M.A.B. ill blast on hova
The next few years, yea nigga I told ya
Boy I got that flame, yea nigga I'll roast ya
Ain't at the top yet, but nigga I'm closer!
Goin hard, thats all I know
The shit I sell is all I smoke
If the girl dont tell, then I might stroke
If I'm hot as hell, you ice cold
I'm a maestro, my life so
Delightful. U spiteful
That lean, I keep a pint full
Pint mix with wine, fools
Can't compete, I'm nuts deep
Im up next, not complete
Just come see, but dont get to comfy!
Im Bun B. to my hoes
OG in my city!
Always on the road!
Just ridin round while I'm gettin it!
Just ridin round wit my digits
On my mind cuz it's business!
And a business ain't a business if u ain't thinkin bout the riches!
Real niggas only get it, if u don't its cuz u trippin!
If I front you payin interest
And if you front then yo body might end up missin.... Nigga!

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