CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : 64 bars (english translation)
Yeah, que pasa Shablo
It's the Notorious G
While I'm petting a Burmese cat
I always hear the same lyrics, translated from english
The same beats
Digital gangsters with fake Rollies
Ah
I've had my first hangover at 12 years old in Venezuela
I don't give a f**k about your mom and about how proud she is
You're just talking sh*t, don't try to look like a Nobel Prize winner, Mandela
I really send clothes to my bros in jail
Maison Martin Margiela, new AP Jumbo Limited
Chained as Django, crime inspires me, you can't eliminate it
When you were in middle school, I was flying in premiere class
With the Premier's girlfriend, poppin' Laurent- Perrier
Drugs in my veins and in my airways
Surviving to venereal diseases
Without peace still today
I thought this was just a dream, like in Requiem
Mr. Fini's life, they've got to make a show about it
Don't care about your neighborhood, don't care about your Cartier
I'd make you work in a construction site, or I'd get you eaten by Terriers
You can't even ride my d**k, there's no room left
'Cause it is all inside your girlfriend's mouth, the immortal G Di Marzio
Oops! Pimp forever, I'm Gueyne Bruce, you're a bunch of fake news
Just like your views and her boobs, I like her from the street, like in BangBus
Hell is empty, the Devil's here, that's me and my bros
I know a lot of rich people, Off-White like Virgil
Piles of Givenchy, givindi, not Vivin C
I stop on time, before I end up like Avicii
Your b*t*h is not a virgin, because just for a Birkin
She spread arms and legs like Leo Da Vinci
I rap since when the Evisu were trending
Since when whoever had tatoos on their face might have killed someone
Now that social media let everyone talk
I was finishing my new album and San Vittore was burning down
And to find some hype, I won't have much to do
I'm Christ with tatoos on his body, driving an Audi Sport
For my strong core, and for my strong b*t*hes
Resuscitated by popular demand, hip-hop never died
It's the Notorious G
While I'm petting a Burmese cat
I always hear the same lyrics, translated from english
The same beats
Digital gangsters with fake Rollies
Ah
I've had my first hangover at 12 years old in Venezuela
I don't give a f**k about your mom and about how proud she is
You're just talking sh*t, don't try to look like a Nobel Prize winner, Mandela
I really send clothes to my bros in jail
Maison Martin Margiela, new AP Jumbo Limited
Chained as Django, crime inspires me, you can't eliminate it
When you were in middle school, I was flying in premiere class
With the Premier's girlfriend, poppin' Laurent- Perrier
Drugs in my veins and in my airways
Surviving to venereal diseases
Without peace still today
I thought this was just a dream, like in Requiem
Mr. Fini's life, they've got to make a show about it
Don't care about your neighborhood, don't care about your Cartier
I'd make you work in a construction site, or I'd get you eaten by Terriers
You can't even ride my d**k, there's no room left
'Cause it is all inside your girlfriend's mouth, the immortal G Di Marzio
Oops! Pimp forever, I'm Gueyne Bruce, you're a bunch of fake news
Just like your views and her boobs, I like her from the street, like in BangBus
Hell is empty, the Devil's here, that's me and my bros
I know a lot of rich people, Off-White like Virgil
Piles of Givenchy, givindi, not Vivin C
I stop on time, before I end up like Avicii
Your b*t*h is not a virgin, because just for a Birkin
She spread arms and legs like Leo Da Vinci
I rap since when the Evisu were trending
Since when whoever had tatoos on their face might have killed someone
Now that social media let everyone talk
I was finishing my new album and San Vittore was burning down
And to find some hype, I won't have much to do
I'm Christ with tatoos on his body, driving an Audi Sport
For my strong core, and for my strong b*t*hes
Resuscitated by popular demand, hip-hop never died
