Papa-Bear - Friday the 13th [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Papa-Bear]

Got the swisher, got the weed
Got the sprite, got the lean
Got the money in my jeans, uhhhh!
Niggas talking, but they ain't bout it, better get to walking

[Verse 1: Papa-Bear]

All that talk is cheap
You don't want no beef
Fuck your sorry beats, I need that heat
Everybody wanna be a critic, wanna judge the way you living
Better mind your fucking business, we just tryna get it
Good in any hood, wish a nigga would, but he won't
Cause he know who gon' hit the floor, blood running out yo nose, no remorse
All I see are open doors, long tours, hits on the billboard
Now she wanna fuck, before she wouldn't give it up
Condom in my pocket, but the pussy too good, pussy too dank
Make a gay nigga go straight, make a rich nigga clear the bank
At the party, drunk as fuck, call me Frank the Tank
One more drink and Imma fuck this bitch on the bathroom sink
Once we done, she says, "Wait... What's your name??"

Papa-Bear
Papa-Bear
It's fucking Papa-Bear
It's fucking Papa-Bear

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