pnl au dd english translation
"Slinging drugs"
Don't give a fuck about the Himalayas, I'm not aiming for the top anymore
My heart goes "oulalala", passionate crimes that I commit
On your heart, I make a bullet hole, I stain the sweater with blood
By no means do I desire to know you, neither you, nor these sons of bitches
I'll get out of here if I listen to myself, Corsican blood mixed with Arab
The Moon, I don't like it anymore, it's all yours, I fall asleep with golden, with liquor
I'm neither at home, neither from where you come from, she wants a kiss, she wants me to fuck her
I know the road, I know the address, I fuck you on Hades' continent
Dirty like your bitch, short dreads, strong like the dope I sell
I'm pissed, I only listen to my lonely soul, destiny
I live in an erotic dream in which I don't speak much but I stroke the world
I die in an exotic nightmare in which the Earth looks like my grave, bro
Igo, why are you speaking igo? If there's killing, yeah, tell me who signs
No honor, you feel like you're from around here, wAllah, dad told me: "My son, no, no, don't pay attention to these cowards"
I gave for a long time, then lost my petals
Slinging, I pass it, retail it, slice it, serve it, regrets in front of your baby
You leave your home, I take your badly-parked car and rip off the parking ticket
I'm looking for a banknote, business, deals in the hideout, a bit too upset
I blow a kiss to the cockroaches in the cellar, n°6, tense up my pecs
The police watches because clients will never end up on voicemail
Hey, bro, start up in the jungle, I'm there 24/7, I'm monkeying around
The streets, I scoot down them wearing Gucci like Mitch
I stroll around chic neighbourhoods with the anger that scares rich people
Only the family, nobody worries us until the last gram
Always in my 91's because I'm blown out in Paris
Without street money, I would never have fucked the game up
Don't feel too human, a bit like my troubled friends, yah
There's blood to empty out, yah
Slinging, slinging, slinging, second seed, I'm wiped out, yah
You recognised the scream, igo you animal
My dreams, I know the price, the barrel of Ny-ma
Slinging
Only the family in the block, we push it, we sling it
Slinging
Not mixed, stranger's heart, nothing's changed
What must happen will happen, yah
It's maybe my last album, maybe my last puta
Maybe my last smile from you, my man, my man
No more hate than love, that I release in my blocks
Less humans after midnight, I leave broken, my ride on a cloud from hell
Come on, let's get out of here, my brother, before we lose ourselves
Slinging, I pass it, retail it, slice it, serve it, regrets in front of your baby
You leave your home, I take your badly-parked car and rip off the parking ticket
I'm looking for a banknote, business, deals in the hideout, a bit too upset
I blow a kiss to the cockroaches in the cellar, n°6, tense up my pecs
The police watches because clients will never end up on voicemail
Hey, bro, start up in the jungle, I'm there 24/7, I'm monkeing around
The streets, I scoot down them wearing Gucci like Mitch
I stroll around chic neighbourhoods with the anger that scares rich people