Soup - V.I.P. [Ft. Brando] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

*Verse 1(Soup)
In the club, I look back, always. We half deep, dogging heat, ducking down hallways
Girly on my left arm, solo on my right. This full cup of henny had me twisting up a fight
Called a taxi, he grabbed me, I'm faded but persuaded, to hit this little lady in the middle of her Labi,-uhh, when she grab me, she siting on my lappy. whispered baby that your GUN or are you just fucking happy
To Oakland with the party, I TIP him fucking hearty, the captain's at the helm. We'll come at you like an army
The cops are fucking snooping, it's time to get regrouping, baby back on my lap, we always carpooling. Smoggy with the clam bake, a lady so we talk vague, illegal with the FAKE PLATES ,WE WON IT in a sweepstake
In the BED, she read my rights, I got all night. Now Do it right. Get me high. Now close your eyes. Now see your life, now fucking die
*Hook(Soup)*

*Verse 2 (Brando)*

*Verse 3(Soup)*
I get sucked off in the bathroom, and yes the lady's. In the classroom to the bedroom. Getting hotter than fucking Hades. To the moon with my fliest, a couple beauties, we the highest, girlies all fat booties, but hers the fuckin widest. My whole team get lit. It's got me insane. Cough up a fit, handle your shit, feel that mind drain. Pass that bottle of that fucking clique, plus I'm sipping champagne. And Bombay, we all about these burning chest pains

*Hook*