CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Plus rien (English Translation)
Every day is a b*t*h, you f**k it or you give up
Only natural no chemicals in our diets
Strapped in the jungle, fatigues, protect the resine
Hefty it's the I.C. the country the origin
In view of the gun, your tears are gonna flow
You're gonna laugh less when your blood, we're gonna drink
Here no more grade schooler, we want the key of the jailer
We want the cash of the boss, we want fat b*t*hes with collar
Big fish to steal you, swim back up the river in backstrocke
9-3 to assist me hmmmm kick in the calfs
One hoe a bit naught, two hoe very naughty
They all get wet thinking about the idea of brushing the isolated crazy shooter
I forgot to prey, I forgot once again sorry
My big muzzled muselée choose shrood in mausoleum
From the morning : the balls sticked to one another, we already see cartridge cases fly
Your pu**y is soliciting us, she stink we already inspected her
My groupuscule is already enrolled, you apply for snitching on us
Look at my capsule taking off, your testicles tumbling down
I dazzle from behind your shutters, your shining like a will-o'-the-wisp
Your last candles, blow them, my Uzi is hotheaded
Stoppage time, big volley
Traditionnal meal, fried alloco or ndolé
On your rough lips, sarakolé c*m
Wait for it to dry, let it stick
Nothing surprise me anymore, Nothing chock me anymore
Make a fuss about it or take the Glock out?
For a few grams, few kilos
Coke, crack, 2,7,0
Only natural no chemicals in our diets
Strapped in the jungle, fatigues, protect the resine
Hefty it's the I.C. the country the origin
In view of the gun, your tears are gonna flow
You're gonna laugh less when your blood, we're gonna drink
Here no more grade schooler, we want the key of the jailer
We want the cash of the boss, we want fat b*t*hes with collar
Big fish to steal you, swim back up the river in backstrocke
9-3 to assist me hmmmm kick in the calfs
One hoe a bit naught, two hoe very naughty
They all get wet thinking about the idea of brushing the isolated crazy shooter
I forgot to prey, I forgot once again sorry
My big muzzled muselée choose shrood in mausoleum
From the morning : the balls sticked to one another, we already see cartridge cases fly
Your pu**y is soliciting us, she stink we already inspected her
My groupuscule is already enrolled, you apply for snitching on us
Look at my capsule taking off, your testicles tumbling down
I dazzle from behind your shutters, your shining like a will-o'-the-wisp
Your last candles, blow them, my Uzi is hotheaded
Stoppage time, big volley
Traditionnal meal, fried alloco or ndolé
On your rough lips, sarakolé c*m
Wait for it to dry, let it stick
Nothing surprise me anymore, Nothing chock me anymore
Make a fuss about it or take the Glock out?
For a few grams, few kilos
Coke, crack, 2,7,0
