Meda Blaq - Swave [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Chorus)
Fresh Pair of Kicks oh yeah them things nice
I'm koolin' got my fitted cocked, slightly to the right
Stay blowin loud up in the air, you can't see my eyes
She seen me had to stop and stare, she trynna be my wife
She loving, my Swave
He hating, My Swave
They chewing, my swave
Had to do it to'em
Perfected, my Swave
Finess with, my Swave
The best with, my Swave
Watch me prove it to'em

Verse 1:
Flyer than a Tuskegee
Whipe me down with a squeegee
Shawty girl wanna see me, she know I'm realer than 3D
No Swag, I just swave
Free ass, I dont Pay
She already know a G got cake, so why would I need hers in my face
757 up in this bitch, talk stupid than ya ass get gone
V.A no Replay, we get it right the first hit
Whole team G on it
Blow tree condone it
Swavin round the mall fifty deep like we own this
Don't be mad, you taste that?
Oh you feelin' salty? We waste that
He talkin bout beef, we bouta bake that
Take his bitch, he sound like Chili's "I want my baby back!"
Take this ho, I really need to be focusd on this dough
Can't wait no more that's how a nigga lost first time before
Make it fast but, spend it slow
Status under the radar, I gotta keep it low

(Chorus)
Fresh Pair of Kicks oh yeah them things nice
I'm koolin' got my fitted cocked, slightly to the right
Stay blowin loud up in the air, you can't see my eyes
She seen me had to stop and stare, she trynna be my wife
She loving, my Swave
He hating, My Swave
They chewing , my swave
Had to do it to'em
Perfected, my Swave
Finess with, my Swave
The best with, my Swave
Watch me prove it to'em

Verse 2:
On it like I'm on it, no you not so just sit down
Arrival anticipated , now they bussin' chopper rounds
In the air out of celebration, you should see the blunts I'm facin
Back and forth it got me pacin', eyes too low , liquor no chasin'
Bitches everywhere , like its the first I'm 'bout to bag'em
I track meet these beats, my distance measures past a fathom
Who want it next? Who think they hot?
Throw me on that track, I get that check show you you not
All I do is win no relation to Dj Khaled
I will lay yo ass out on the floor like a pallet
Beatin down yo girlfriend walls my dick be the mallot
If I smash wit a rubber, pussy rate I will not count it
She all up on my dick, like she afraid to dismount it
I'm posted wit my clique and everybody wit me roudy
Still yo shine but leave yo swag, now yall niggas pouty
You say you number one, motherfucker yeah I doubt it

(Chorus)
Fresh Pair of Kicks oh yeah them things nice
I'm koolin' got my fitted cocked, slightly to the right
Stay blowin loud up in the air, you can't see my eyes
She seen me had to stop and stare, she trynna be my wife
She loving, my Swave
He hating, my Swave
They chewing , my swave
Had to do it to'em
Perfected, my Swave
Finess with, my Swave
The best with, my Swave
Watch me prove it to'em

(Outro)
It's Kash Gang...
Meda Blaq...
That's VA...
We gettin racks..
Uh...
High Life...
We done killed this bitch...
Yea...
E Dwb Ill Brel...