Текст песни Mona Lisa (Lil Wayne) с переводом

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee

Hope it ain’t too many feelings involved

I see niggas in this bitch

Stuntin', poppin' bottles

Gettin' drunk with these bitches

And when they leave they get followed

Fall asleep with that bitch

And really don’t know much about her

Then she let us in, we take all of your shit

And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love it

I be with bitches that be with bitches

That be with niggas with riches

I tell her, «Get him,» she say, «I got you»

I say, «No, bitch, I said get him»

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy

He hit it and sleep on her titties

Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs

It’s a stick-up, she scream like a victim

Now you feelin' so silly

I smoke color purple, I’m up in here feelin' like Celie (Ooh)

Nappy-ass dreads, what’s that you say?

Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (Ooh)

You can get snaked, you can get faked

Out by the bitch that you feelin'

'Cause you thought that she was an angel

That bitch ain’t no angel, I treat her halo like a frisbee

And you tellin' your business, she tell me your business

You tell that bitch what you feelin'

All of the beans you be spillin'

To you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin’s

She know where you hide to tell me where it’s hidden

She know when you’re gone, tell me when to visit

We break in your home and take the specifics

And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him

So she don’t get blamed, we don’t snatch chains

We find out addresses, and we don’t leave messes

You’ll only know that it’s gone when you check it

Then your first thought is to start second guessin'

She say, «What's wrong?» He say, «Nothin', keep restin'»

She say, «What's missin'?», «How you know somethin' missin'?»

He scratch his head, she say, «Get back in bed»

And she gave him some head

Boy, you can’t trust them bitches, and then she say—ooh

I see niggas in this bitch

Stuntin', poppin' bottles

Gettin' drunk with these bitches

Then when they leave they get followed

I be with bitches that know the bitches

That’s with the niggas we followin'

Get them on the line, stay two cars behind

And tell them hoes, «Don't be so obvious!»

Mona Lisa, long hair, don’t care

She handle the business and don’t ever tell

She bite the bullet and cough up the shells

She tell 'em, «Ooh, daddy, let’s go to your place!»

And if he say yeah, then we meet him there

She feed him lies with his silverware

She don’t want love, she just want her share

I know a bitch named Liz

This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is

So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears

And then she tell me and I be all ears

And then I go and tell my people and they already know him

And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over

I say, «Good girl, just remember what I told ya»

She gave me the salute, I say, «Girl, you’re a soldier»

We’re waitin' outside, watch him pull up

Walk up to the door and right before he knock

She open the door naked, she left it unlocked

They started French kissin' so he didn’t see moi

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch

Music up loud with his head in the clouds

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him

Piss a nigga off, put a gun to his frown

Nigga, turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around

I ain’t here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down

You know what it is, put your fuckin' hands up

Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down

And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her

She a good actress and you a dead actor

You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh

I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga

But think for me, nigga

Send her to you like she ain’t for me, nigga

I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga

She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga

She slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, nigga

Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture

Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas

Pussy got you out of character, nigga

You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga

Take everything that you have 'til you don’t even have an opinion

We have your attention

And now you’re lookin' down a barrel though, nigga

Now she lookin' for her pantyhose, nigga

We just lookin' for the casserole, nigga

But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga (Uh)

Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup

And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall

Chillin' with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter

Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball

Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh

Probably on a Internet blog

In a minute, he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother

Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow

Mona Lisa

Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls

And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it

Make a new religion with it, man a nigga 'bout to go against God

Poetry in a pear tree

Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him

Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi

Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat

Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby

Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie

I’m a dog in the wind, I’m a pit laughing

I’ma call up again like I did last week

Make good with the friend and I’m all jazzy

Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley

Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy

Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me

Better yet, I wanna break up, don’t you ask me

'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, acting

Fucking on another nigga, that’s a negative alone

But you sucked this dick, that’s just nasty

Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)

You fuckin' with Wayne’s? (No!)

Bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)

Let me, let me take this call real quick

(… lick me like a lollipop) He on your fuckin' ringtone?

Is that the shit that you do?

Touchin' yourself, lookin' at Kendrick videos

Jump on the internet, watchin' his interviews

I don’t know what the fuck lately got into you

Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder

Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter?

The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma

Daycare after school and she never did charge ya

You scandalous as fuck and I hope you blow up

You know what, I give up, let me go get my gun

I got one in the chamber I’m plannin' on aimin'

Goddammit, you know that the damage is done

Bitch I’m emotional 'cause I’m in stress

I’m not supposed to go through this, I guess

So in conclusion, since you like rappers that’s killin' that pussy

I’m killin' myself

She say, ooh, Daddy, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

She say, ooh, no emotion, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah