Lacrim ft Noyz Narcos – Silvio B (Lyrics)
Lo senti cresce’ dentro e sanguinare a tuo posto
Pistole e rose nella tomba, steso composto
Mani incrociate al petto, quattro giorni al debutto
Serrande sigillate, scritto « Chiuso per lutto »
Il rosso con il nero che matcha col coke
Promesso a me stesso, mai tornare broke
Il giorno non è domani, è adesso, my blood
Ti giuro che mi prenderò tutto, nient’altro, swear on God
Ai play off, nel mio scott tutto il necessaire
Responsabile per me, gardien de mon frère
Black Gore-Tex, volto dietro, no ski mask
Puoi lavora’ pe’ me, a prend, you can trust

Speed, j’mange un wok, Glock dans le froc
Porc, j’nikoumouk, y’a la BAC qui passe
Et j’vois qui bloque, j’passe un appel
Poto, j’pense au ferme sur ce qui révoque
« Tic toc », j’étais posé tranquille, je suis devant le proc’

Je t’ai dit, minimum il m’faut vingt milli
On n’a pas rêvé de mourir devant le bloc
Cent balles, je vais chez Zilli
Ils me regardent tous comme si j’revendais la drogue
Toujours la dalle comme à l’époque de Jenny from the Block
Le rouge et noir, laser et Glock
Ou, bien encore, comme l’AC Milan, ouais
Ou Louboutin quand je la croque

Joint de cannabis, Canada Goose, j’kiffe le Canada
Y’a des fils de pute, j’fais plus la bise, ils auront nada
Bang, bang, minimum les jambes, toi c’est les bouteilles
Bang, bang, okay, toi t’es gang, t’es comme le Wu-Tang
Jamais à l’heure le jour d’la paye, quand c’est toi qui dois khalass
Et tu sais bien que le jour passe et q’un jour faut laisser sa place
Y’a aucun fils de pute qui pourra dire que j’ai volé sa place
J’ai dormi dehors, j’fais des sous et je dors en première classe
Ouais, ouais, à l’époque, t’étais un homme avec le temps
T’es devenu qu’une grosse pétasse, eh
Je n’aurai plus le choix, quand je serai dans l’impasse, bang

Speed, j’mange un wok, Glock dans le froc
Porc, j’nikoumouk, y’a la BAC qui passe
Et j’vois qui bloque, j’passe un appel
Poto, j’pense au ferme sur ce qui révoque
« Tic toc », j’étais posé tranquille, je suis devant le proc’

Je t’ai dit, minimum il m’faut vingt milli
On n’a pas rêvé de mourir devant le bloc
Cent balles, je vais chez Zilli
Ils me regardent tous comme si j’revendais la drogue
Toujours la dalle comme à l’époque de Jenny from the Block
Le rouge et noir, laser et Glock
Ou, bien encore, comme l’AC Milan, ouais
Ou Louboutin quand je la croque

C’est des grosses putains des le matin
Ils lèchent des semelles de Louboutin
Tu l’a connais depuis trois heures
Et comme un con
Tu lui as montrè où est ton butin

► English Version

Lacrim ft Noyz Narcos – Silvio B (Lyrics)

You feel it grow inside and bleed in your place Guns and roses in the grave, laid out composed Hands crossed on the chest, four days to debut Shutters sealed, written « Closed for mourning » Red with black that matches with coke Promised to myself, never go broke The day is not tomorrow, it’s now, my blood I swear I’ll take it all, nothing else, swear on God In the playoffs, in my scott all the necessary Responsible for me, gardien de mon frère Black Gore-Tex, face behind, no ski mask You can work for me, to take, you can trust

Speed, I’m eating a stir-fry, Glock in my pants Pork, I fuck your mother, the BAC is passing by And I see who blocks, I make a call Bro, I’m thinking about the farm on what it evokes « Tic toc, » I was chilling, now I’m in front of the prosecutor

I told you, I need at least twenty milli We didn’t dream of dying in front of the block A hundred bucks, I’m going to Zilli They all look at me like I’m selling drugs Always hungry like back in the day of Jenny from the Block Red and black, laser and Glock Or, even like AC Milan, yeah Or Louboutin when I bite her

Joint of cannabis, Canada Goose, I love Canada There are sons of bitches, I don’t give kisses anymore, they’ll get nada Bang, bang, minimum the legs, you it’s the bottles Bang, bang, okay, you’re gang, you’re like Wu-Tang Never on time on payday, when it’s you who owes khalass And you know well that the day passes and one day you have to give up your place No son of a bitch can say that I stole his place I slept outside, I make money and sleep in first class Yeah, yeah, back in the day, you were a man with time You became just a big bitch, eh I won’t have a choice, when I’m in a dead end, bang

Speed, I’m eating a wok, Glock in my pants Pig, I f*** your mom, the BAC is passing by And I see who blocks, I make a call Bro, I’m thinking about the farm on what it evokes « Tic toc », I was chilling, now I’m in front of the prosecutor

I told you, I need at least twenty milli We didn’t dream of dying in front of the block A hundred bucks, I’m going to Zilli They all look at me like I’m selling drugs Always hungry like back in the day of Jenny from the Block Red and black, laser and Glock Or, even, like AC Milan, yeah Or Louboutin when I bite her

They’re big whores in the morning They lick Louboutin soles You’ve known her for three hours And like a fool You showed her where your loot is