Noa james - Poultry Poetry [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Intro [Noa James]

Waking up to a fat ass,My God,My God,My God
She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain

Verse [Noa James]

That ass got my smilin',wilding'
Stepping to plate like the great bambino
But a G from the start,childish
Baby i don't need practice, i"m allen
This fat kid got talent,balance and off that herb
I prefer to sin when i bend those curves
When im drive-in
I'm Guy Fieri, when I dine in
I love how kick it,slow cook like brisket
With amazing side dishes like Dijon blue cheese green beans
With toasted pecon or pecan
No need for the weed man
This jar is filled for the weekend
She start to Cash Rules Everything Around Me
I am drowning,I need life guard
But never mind just let it happen
Come up for air her thighs become your napkin

Hook [Noa James]

Waking up to a fat ass,My God,My God,My God
She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain
Waking up to a fat ass,My God, My God,My God
She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain

Bridge [Noa James

I got that IE mind state get my cake
Make move like Andre Giant 3k
No games over here but we in like EA
Let tree blaze/beats on replay,beats on replay.beats on replay

Hook [Noa James]

Waking up to a fat ass,My God,My God,My God
She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain
Waking up to a fat ass,My God, My God,My God
She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain