Koba LaD C’est Moi Lyrics English Translation

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Jemi Black on the beat

Who is the one who speaks badly that we shrivel him?

Who walks away with the platinum?

Insolent since I left the pacifier

And violent, resentful, bastard and stubborn

I'm in the hotel, I'm eating him

She obviously sucks me

I count and I count again and fuck his mother the life before

Look, I broke through, Audemars Piguet

As I have money, I put diamonds

Me, I remember it when I was dying on holidays

All week until Sunday

Every day my pockets are full of money

I'm sorry sir, agent

You can see that I put the warning

Why are you talking to me about bad parking?

I'm in the Viano, dead dark

In the castle, there are ten rooms, cups-pé

There are two hours left, I think I'm going to drive

We mustn't cross customs, I have more than ten dollars in notes on me

it's me Koba LaD

I'm in the matte black car and the tinted windows

it's me Koba LaD

We only have quality in quantity

This is for all the workers

I don't wake up at ten o'clock anymore

But if there's something to be done and well, I'll do it, fuck his mother

I'm less into everyday binks, I don't even need details anymore

And Thursday and Friday and Saturday, I get paid

Action-reaction, always active, when I went to parties

It was always to sell drugs

It's twentys, tens and very close to my cock

And around three thirty I was going to fart Deuspi'

And I sell more pillons and she makes me feel good

On his left buttock, a big butterfly

I'm in the Viano, dead dark

In the castle, there are ten rooms, cups-pé

There are two hours left, I think I'm going to drive

We mustn't cross customs, I have more than ten dollars in notes on me

it's me Koba LaD

I'm in the matte black car and the tinted windows

it's me Koba LaD

We only have quality in quantity

it's me Koba LaD

I'm in the matte black car and the tinted windows

it's me Koba LaD

We only have quality in quantity

And I sell more drumsticks and she makes me feel good

On his left buttock, a big butterfly

And I sell more drumsticks and she makes me feel good

On his left buttock, a big butterfly

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