Professor Fox - Sunday [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Ishmael]

Tryna hit the sky with the city I'm repping
Presidential New York City in the telly can you tell a nigga done with the stressin'
Stress shit
Flexing
Residential hit the pedal out the ghetto with the rap
Niggas screaming out love, Niggas screaming out love
But they never gimmie dap up
Back up, finna go dumb wit the stacks
I'm screaming
All I ever wanted was some fucking Guap
Broke as a bitch, white tee and some Louie socks
I swear I'm raps almighty niggas thought I had a lot
Cause I got balmain for the low and attract hella thots
Ay go swerve on a nigga
Hoes be disturbing a nigga
Lurking while I'm working
I'm murking these dumb niggas out my circuit, first I'm, killing 29 no Curtis
Two quarters, half time, get off my dirt bitch
Niggas when it's rap time do this shit perfect
When I'm kill you niggas I do it on purpose
To look at the bigger picture cause nigga I'm hurting
Hey


[Cae]

Make ya bow down to me on my sensei shit
I'm killing it my nigga face it
I be on my get paid shit
So fly my whip is a damn spaceship
Know a lot of niggas hatin but they never say shit
Get a lame nigga vanquished
Excalibur level I slay shit
I'm 'bout to be one of the greatest
Young Jonesy boy now show me where the cash at
Cause all the homies tryna stack that
F'sho we in the back posted up and dont ask for daps we not showin love
I don't know you cats you not from the jump...homie just stop
Headed for the top chilling in a rocket off a little bit of pot no lie bro I do this shit alot

[Chorus: Ishmael Raps]

I said I pull up in that motherfucking ghost
And when I pull off niggas know I'm on the go
I say Sunday to Sunday I'm on the road
I say Sunday to Sunday I'm on the road
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[Frank]
It go: Wrist, Wrist, sip a dick and hit the Uber
Got Atlantic on the phone, lady going like a Hoover
On that Juke Juke, finna Choo Choo to the goudda
Never been on that but I'm often offing a tho(ugh)t to get to Buddha like

[Mike]
Ooo it's Mike
Watch MFs play football hate my stupid life
Thinking bout suicide got 23 million reasons
They really tweaking but fuck it
Couldn't be gang, you know the gang run it
Lame got a chain you know the stain took it
Even if you tuck that bitch, nah baby I ain't fuck that bitch
You crazy

[Frank]
And y'all on Ye, I'm finna be Bach
Pick of the day I'm grip of the crop
No Waleing claming Pac, better not
Y'all better off, feather on, headed for the block
On a yak with a Glock and the bitch ain't loaded
Piff in the whip and the big man towed it
I be sitting low, you be rolling
I be locomoting

[Mike]
Motive missing, Olsen tripping
Rolling, Sipping, Choking
Ion even really think no drug
Mfs made finna fill this void
We just finna drill them boys
We just finna hit these Roids gon beat they ass
Squad 2k they EA, trash
Taking they shit getting Ebay cash
Ion like Green Bay though

[Hook]
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