Loup garou [English translation]

[Vere 1: Sofiane]

Check

We're gonna smoke some pigs and eat some shit

Time's out, don't be surprised when we subcontract violence

And my victims will explain you the danger when we feat

Rappers' cemetery, true insolence

I spread my cosmos, stars say amen

At the top of the empire, Vivendi, the shadow's hour*

And guess who takes back?

You can convince everyone you changed but never yourself.

Shed some blood to redden the button

Hashtag werewolf under a sheep hide (what?)

Under this nice Fianso mask, it was me.

You don't give allegiance we pull it off you

It's Lord Voldemort, no need to lie

I come on the industry on Pegasus back to charm the wizards, drink the vampires' blood

Forgive the Hobbits from the top of my tower (humble)

The touch to the antimatter (tragic)

Don't bring cops where we sell (simple**)

Bro, we're gonna fuck you up (basic**)

Cali Cartel, which hash wad? We bring you some geode

There's only one Godfather for the whole Italia

33rd degree of the Scottish rite, #MacLeod

I'm the abscissa, disordered

Scritch and myself to slide into the trap

Slit a lamb's throat, measure the jolt

One circle, one ring to rule them all***

I read my future in a liter of pure

We bleed and win in family

Chose something else that can't meet

I'm a Kabyle, I come from the mountains (check)

Shots in kamis, we drink kabis, the abyss escorts me****

Punch Batman without any accessory or cape

Your name on my black list end of the story, shoe punch

I live without coloring, enemies too slow

Exchange stoned, remix do the deal

A magic wand, a flying broom, pfff, glock GSXR 1000

I said Crucio, fired at point-blank range

Under the moon the twilight, I have impacts on the chest

Good manufacturing, Go go Gadgeto-pump

Buckshot Transformers from General Motors

And soon or later, the Prince becomes the King's enemy, I'll sit down but you screwed up

I have the taste of power, you thought you could get me from the eighth but I'm sorry*****

Fianso

[Chorus: Maitre Gims]

My little' wolf, my little wolf, don't stay here it's getting weird

My little wolf, my little wolf, get away, here a werewolf

My little wolf, my little wolf, don't stay here it's getting weird

[Verse 2: Maitre Gims]

I'm gonna break your neck

Because life beat me up and I keep on arguing with people who think they know me like my parents, yeah I'm paranoid

I show little love, I still haven't found the words

Is it Warayes or Warano ?

Tell me, what's after life?

It's fuego for the dinero, my numero is uno

For Adama Diallo poulo, we started this underwater

Underwater, solo in the zoo, avoid prison, the district was the ninth, I write at home.

It's getting very very serious, the demon's jerking off when men lose their way

Let's stay alert, I don't think this is some Gad's sketch******

Your name is Agathe, let me tell you I'm sick of cuddles

And that men only like when legs are opening and everything goes down like in Kattegat

Ok, tell me, what do you want?

Instead of saying "What are you worth, asshole?"

A little bit of money to test your girls

Clear the way, here's Gustavo

We're not gonna lie, say everything's fine

I'll tell you who you are if you empty your pockets

Go on, tough luck, your name's Sakho

So, obviously, it' économy class

I never lowered my pants, never wore heels, I'm gonna break your phalanx

You'll see how funny this is, I'm built like a stallion, the Father tycoon of all those dads, are you following me?

Come on, let's talk on WhatsApp, I'm tapped, better whisper

The manager foresaw that the lil' bitch was gonna screenshot

Heeyyy hoo, it's me, the one the industry can no longer afford

French ladies and gentlemen, I come in peace, 190K on my wrist

You came to the world before shame

I give you time, you want to take the watch

Viners become singers

We're not gonna care like the Jenner's

At 32, you're still single

You're afraid to settle with a Parisian

Two kids later, suddenly, she tells you she's a prostitute from Pizza Pino

They want to spy on me, pillage me, even get me undressed, saw me

Because they think that the NBA tickets

I have at home next to the chimney... ha, see you have to be careful

This isn't it, it's my fucking job

Please step back and curl up

Because you're not even invited, I keep on working, spitting

Ask the West Indians, I'm a way too-honest man

And shut up while you're at it

You walk on my fucking path

You thought you could get away, I'm gonna lure you

Burry you, we spotted you, 93-12, Essonne, Tarterêts.

[Chorus: Maitre Gims]

My little' wolf, my little wolf, don't stay here it's getting weird

My little wolf, my little wolf, get away, here a werewolf

My little wolf, my little wolf, don't stay here it's getting weird

• Artist:Gims
• Album:Ceinture noire