Meyhem Lauren - Let's Hold Hands [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Yo what's the deal, ma? Mr. Thanksgiving is back
Shit is real, you can tell how I act
I'm really feeling you
Fuck them other bitches, shorty you the one
Real talk you should carry my son
You want a baby?
Let's take a walk and reflect on things
You my wife, fuck shopping for rings
Already did that
Once in a while I'mma cheat and get dome
But best believe that I'mma always come home
Shorty I love you

[Verse 1]
She was the color of an egg bagel
You know that Simpson complexion
Her smile caused an instant erection
I used to fuck her on the coffee table
Bust on her stomach, sent her home with a frosty navel
She loves that
My thug raps got her open too, Heinekein brew
We used to sip in 22 times 4 then go raw
Neighbors knockin' on the door complaining about the noise
Then she go down with no gown, I hit it with poise
I'm a man, she was dealing with boys, respect my dick game
Bitin' on the back of her neck, she had a thick frame
Cuban with the bubonic plague, I had a sick chain
Used to wear that shit when I hit it
Just that with some socks and a fitted
At first she tried to fuck with the cunt, I couldn't get it
And then she bent down and exposed how it was slitted
What a good girl

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Time pass, you still the same, love it that you never change
It's like your heart is non-biodegradable
We went through lots of shit but on the real we made it through
That's why I wrote these fly words to serenade for you, for you
And ain't nobody perfect in this world
I talk to other bitches but it's never curtains for my girl
Her spot's solidified by choice, I don't feel tied
I said I'll never wife and never if will I lie
When I'm shining she don't sweat that
But never switched it up at times when I was set back
Most women disappear when the paper does
That's why niggas try to shine, we money hungry thugs
Back to my shorty, my chick kept it a hundred
Held me down when I was fucked up, even if I didn't want it
And that's the reason why I'm here forever
My baby girl I love you like I love my Polo leather

[Ad-Libs]
You know how I love that butter soft (I love that jacket)
Straight up, let somebody fuck with my butter soft (I'll crack they fucking head open)
Let a nigga fuck with my leather (straight up)
That's how I feel about you
Crack a nigga's head open on the fucking sidewalk man
Straight up and down
Don't fuck with my leather and don't fuck with my baby (word up)
That's how we get down
Outdoorsmen shit (you already know)
Straight up, we do love records too man
We love bitches, bitches love us
It's a motherfucking love affair, but it's no affair
It's just me and you...and them other bitches
But it's really just me and you cause it's who you come home to
Fuck them other bitches (that's real)

[Hook]