Представляем точный текст композиции "Role Models" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rich Boy . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Role Models» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rich Boy передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Rich Boy - "Role Models"
Lyrics to Role Models : (feat. David Banner & Attitude) Parents should go out and play with their kids... Cause we aint no damn role models [Verse 1: Rich Boy] Right there in between Florida and Mississippi Mobile Alabama this is Rich Boy city And the bricks get flipped cause we close to the water If ya aint gettin ya dope from me, nigga ya oughta I fucked the mayors daughter, he hate it when I call her But Im still ridin round in that Beamer that he bought her [phone rings] There she go now But Im busy gettin money on the other side of town So I aint a fuckin john Ill split yo wig And I aint got shit to do wit yo kids Look, Rich Boy quit, doin hardcore shit Lil nigga, fuck school, cop five mo bricks [Chorus: (David Banner)] I see you ballin, whats up This is a motherfuckin stick up (Well take yo shit and think nothin about it Well take yo shit and think nothin about it) Ill fall off at the club wit the thang on my waist Lay down the whole place (Well take yo shit and think nothin about it Well take yo shit and think nothin about it) [Verse 2: Attitude] Let me welcome you to my world, Chevys and dirt roads Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes Big trucks, niggas gettin they swerve on Country niggas aint slow, fuck what you heard homes Get a Swisher, lit it, switchin on some killa shit Poke outcha chest, ball up ya fist buddy ya still a bitch My niggas ignorant, foolish bunch of belligerants We hit the V.I.P. pullin bitches and spillin shit So if it seem like Im buzzin Im sholliz Fuckin wit my country cousin and them, from Mobile Bama bred backwood niggas we so trill Let the foot watch me and lil Rich gettin in hoes ears What it is' Damn right, we aint a role model Half-pints to half a gallon, we drank the whole bottle Thats why them hoes holla, they know Im bout a dollar And they might, get to ride Impala, only if they swallow [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rich Boy] I see the kids wanna rap like me Cause ya see me wit the bitches livin life on T.V. Around in my hood, boys fillin graves up Niggas talkin that shit, see the techs raise up Hangin wit the convicts and my boy Attitude I was fuckin plenty bitches in the back of the school Cant you tell motherfucker I was raised by the streets Fuck you studio gangstas, niggas reppin on beats My uncle doin fed down in Talladega bitch It aint shit you can tell me about Lil Rich You better take ya lil kids to the pastor Rich Boy aint a role model for them bastards [Bridge:] We aint role models (we be smokin) We aint role models (we be drankin) We aint role models (we be fuckin these hoes) We aint role models [Chorus] [ Role Models Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Rich Boy. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Role Models» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Role Models» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.