CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Je bibi (English Translation)
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I'm a bad boy like Diddy
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I'm a bad boy like Diddy
It's my stuff that you take, It's my stuff that you take
It's my stuff that you take, I'm in every party, I'm in every head
It's my stuff that you take, It's my stuff that you take
It's my stuff that you take, I'm in every party, I'm in every head
Every dog recogniez my voice, I pull the leash they bark
I can whack you without needing a fatwa, let's go with Ciroc, I don't drink agua
I'm coming back with the almanac, smoke the asphalt laced with amonia
Double-A, sorry big mojo, bosnian AK 4-7
My mind is all about mourning, quick I put the mocker on you
I can blow up your g-string, just by raising my wallet
I'm getting closer, I'm worked up, you cling to your imagination
Yeah old G, you know the rap as well as your urinary bag
My sound is on Deezer, your forehead in the gun-sight
The produce is in the blender, nothing change except Freezer
The industry ? I'm gonna make it c*m by inserting my little hand
I scare all of them, I put it deeper than in a shallow pool
On the quay with my flotilla, attiéké roast chicken
Ok we leave the hovels, but there is nothing to do, we're cursed
The globe is warming up until the thaw, we spot everything they hide
The aureola is under the armpit, le cœur est sec comme l'œil du Dajjal
I winning ground, grazing it, like Hugo Lloris I pivot
I exactly know where to touch them, theirs clitoris flinker
Some place in the body bag, strange lunar eclipse
They don't know what to do anymore, since they're affraid of the dark and the light
My hate, I spread it, in the style of Bin Laden
Your sorrow, I smash it, no theme, no gun
My rap court-circuit the sun, make the a racks appear
They say you you you you snitch, making you disapear in a cul- de-sac
I cut I pack and I sell, I'm a bad boy like Diddy
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I'm a bad boy like Diddy
It's my stuff that you take, It's my stuff that you take
It's my stuff that you take, I'm in every party, I'm in every head
It's my stuff that you take, It's my stuff that you take
It's my stuff that you take, I'm in every party, I'm in every head
Every dog recogniez my voice, I pull the leash they bark
I can whack you without needing a fatwa, let's go with Ciroc, I don't drink agua
I'm coming back with the almanac, smoke the asphalt laced with amonia
Double-A, sorry big mojo, bosnian AK 4-7
My mind is all about mourning, quick I put the mocker on you
I can blow up your g-string, just by raising my wallet
I'm getting closer, I'm worked up, you cling to your imagination
Yeah old G, you know the rap as well as your urinary bag
My sound is on Deezer, your forehead in the gun-sight
The produce is in the blender, nothing change except Freezer
The industry ? I'm gonna make it c*m by inserting my little hand
I scare all of them, I put it deeper than in a shallow pool
On the quay with my flotilla, attiéké roast chicken
Ok we leave the hovels, but there is nothing to do, we're cursed
The globe is warming up until the thaw, we spot everything they hide
The aureola is under the armpit, le cœur est sec comme l'œil du Dajjal
I winning ground, grazing it, like Hugo Lloris I pivot
I exactly know where to touch them, theirs clitoris flinker
Some place in the body bag, strange lunar eclipse
They don't know what to do anymore, since they're affraid of the dark and the light
My hate, I spread it, in the style of Bin Laden
Your sorrow, I smash it, no theme, no gun
My rap court-circuit the sun, make the a racks appear
They say you you you you snitch, making you disapear in a cul- de-sac
