Stiz Grimey - Converse Girl [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

INTRO (J Tronius)
Stiz Grimey, Tron-a-lone
Stiz Grimey, Tron-a-lone
Stiz Grimey, to all you Converse girls

HOOK 2x (J Tronius)
I call her my Converse girl
Shorty got swag
Won't you come ride tonight?
I call her my Converse girl
I call her my Converse girl hey

VERSE 1 (Stiz Grimey)
She ain't gotta say nothin she know she killin em
Lips always matching her kicks you know I'm feeling em
Don't know how she do it it's something I can't explain
But the way she say my name swear it's driving me insane
She don't ask me to provide her with shit, she got her own
Likes to kick it and get high at the crib, she's not alone
Said she's something like a fairy tail fussy with her hair and nails
Every color you can imagine but she don't share a pair
Shorty she's super fine, plus she's super thick
She give me super head, that's my super bitch
Never no jealousy, never no stupid shit
Tell me what your fantasy is baby I'm Ludacris
She got that pretty girl swag I'm such a fan
Said I'm nothing like your man shorty bust it for them bands, damn
I'll grab the cam baby girl we'll get our flick on
And right before we, I whispered baby leave your kicks on

HOOK

VERSE 2 (Evan Black)
I pull up in the spot no NBA, girl looking like she got an MBA
Sipping on a drink that I sent her way
Trying not to come off in a pretentious way but I
Said what's your name? Where you friends at I know they must've came?
I know what a guy like me's gotta do to get a girl like you
So trust I ain't bustin game
You a dope chick chucks the same, bar lace with the custom paint
High tops with a touch of fade short skirt with an ass that would crush the stage
Oh me? I wouldn't say I got a lust for fame, I just do it for the drugs and things
Make rap for the fans that'll give back give a dap at the show
Cause me I'm just the same
She feelin the vibe, got her up in the truck breaking it down and puffin a blunt
Highed up, slow in the cut, fine summer time girl with her Cons on chuckin it up
She ain't that problem girl, she's like a model girl less the bitch
Came up right but ain't uptight she like fine wine and listening to some Wu-Tang hits
Yeah that's my Cons girl, down chick, type to hit her up whenever I'm around chick
Break a pound down to an ounce chick
That throw a fuckin party yellin bounce bitch
Bounce bitch! now we floating, let shorty hit the bomb first
In them Converse with that potent, take em off bust it open

HOOK