PNL - Bambina English Translation
[Intro : Ademo]
Mhh, like a baptism
Mhh, like the end of a jail sentence
I drag around souvenirs by the hundreds
I drag around

[Verse 1 : Ademo]
Bambina, bambina, bambina
There’s nothing magic you now, my life is simple, I’m not playing a role
Hé bambina, bambina, bambina
Baila, baila, baila, baila, black is the rose
Opé, Opé, I was selling coco, eating tacos
Hombre hombre, I’ll do the turn of the world, even in an old car
I have to visit Japan, I have to visit China, I have to visit Mexico
I have to visit Africa, I have to visit my jungle, Mowgli is expressing himself
I’m chillin, rhyming in front of Kim’s ass #Anakin
You fascinate me, you make me stupid, it damages me
If you love mе, will you marry me if I’m bleeding ?
So fragile, you would be my girlfriеnd without all this dirt
I like it when there’s no theme
I like it like the end of a jail sentence
I drag around souvenirs by the hundreds
We would laugh a lot, things were so good back in the days
I like it, you like it
I like it like the end of a jail sentence
I drag around souvenirs by the hundreds
Things were so good back in the days
[Chorus : N.O.S. & Ademo]
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Homie, I’m under calming pills
Be quiet, juste a moment
Ouh la, la, la
Ouh ça, ça, ça
Who are you, who are you, bitch
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Ouh la, la, la
Ouh ça, ça, ça
Who are you, who are you, bitch
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah

[Verse 2 : N.O.S]
I filled up my contact list with scavengers (brr)
It’s all good, as long as these…talk in dollars (money)
My brothers know very well that I won’t forget them
The fam’ knows very well : without them I won’t leave
She’s beautiful, but she likes PNL a little too much
I’ll never get to present my wounds to her
I’m on a shooting star’s ass
No wishes, I’m taking stock of the situation, near gray land
I can’t fuck her, she’s too in love
Peace n’money, not Peace n’Love
The closer I get myself to the loot, the more I realize that all this won’t save me
While you’re getting some fresh air, I stay down stairs, I’m hustling
And why each time homie, we become, we’re born
They would like to know too much, we’ll soon be honest
[Chorus : N.O.S. & Ademo]
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Homie, I’m under calming pills
Be quiet, juste a moment
Ouh la, la, la
Ouh ça, ça, ça
Who are you, who are you, bitch
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
I like her fucking accent
I’m making my money, ouah ouah ouah
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Ouh la, la, la
Ouh ça, ça, ça
Who are you, who are you, bitch
I’m making my money, ouah ouah oua