R.O.B.B. - Problem's Remix (Island Wassup) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Robb]
Island what's up, What's up ya niggas hating
Island what's up, what's up same people dating
Island what's up, what's up got bitches waiting but I never give a fuck
I'm trynna see what's up with us
X2

[Verse 1: Robb]
Hey that's no new problem
You missing a few dollars
It’s my honor, to pay it towards you
And if you stay a while it's so true
I start forgetting the bitches before you
I start my wishing on riches and forget school
I start to listen to disses man they get rude
Never said it was painful
Cause I can't give a fuck on what you think boo
You can either play around, you can either pray around
Never turn a head on the shit that's being said around
I fucking get around
I don't really stay alone
Junior, moyo, bill, are the niggas who I ride around with
She want to go away only thing the plane missing, Albany she thinking
Baby girl don't stay tripping, if you need to get away let me your plane ticket
I beast

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Morrison]
I hear you talkin bout a problem (silence)
Rappers hear me spit (spit), all I hear is sighing
When I’m on a track (track), all I hear is sirens
See the dreads in my head like a nigga came from Zion (Uh)
(I-am) the best, I don’t mean to sound cocky, that statements a stretch but I’m good with palates
But they don’t listen like they ears don’t work (shiet…), You bout to get this work
(shiet) Just leave me alone (uh-huh)
Really me I’m broke you should leave me a loan (uh-huh)
Too good to be true so I must be a hoax
Outta this world nigga you a ghost
(DOPE) is exactly what I utter, Dope
Is exactly what I utter
I don’t mean to stutter, But I'mma milk this game for what it’s worth and I don’t even need an udder
(BYE!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sommy Lovell]
Pennies for ya if panties double a nickel for ya
Love her to death for your niggas to pour that liquor for ya
And for ya I, my eyes knew it the day I saw ya
I’m diming these dimes to ‘em
I dominate rounds too I’m
Trying these crowns in the mean
Bare poles setting sail for a nigga and the team
Said a dollar and a dream’ll get the girl up on the screen
But for now she on the pole taking dollars in between
Hol’ up
Rations out with dealing out the ratio
And judging by the way she go, they good for the fellatio
Hol’ up
My shit’ll probably coincide with radio
86’ing the frail, that’s 86 for McHale
I’m jumping off of the building
And already infiltrating your building
Stole lights and fans from your favorite
Make rooms for niggas to make it
I’m making, gold for ‘em and they worried ‘bout some hanging leaks
I’m trying to change the music, she trying to change the sheets

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