Coup de bouteille [English translation]

[Refrain]

My arrival is anticipated like this goddamn pay day

Anticipated like my next return to the homeland

As long as I’m making the bucks, everything’s alright

Take my song in your head like a knock with a bottle

[Verse 1]

I arrive in the open-air, at any time I want

They’re not my level, I’m always chill, I get them running like the coach

I've got no right to be lagging behind, I take the quickest route

I show up in a chopper, rope descent directly from the top of the pyramid

Careers found dead in the water, I’ve still not found gold in my turd

I’m not going back to doing probationary periods, like the time when I used to sleep alone

It’s time for me to go back to the drawing board

You can smell the hard work, nigga, it’s my armpits, you can smell the hard work, nigga, it’s necessary

I’ve got lots of people to take care of; I’m not going to die in the movie

I’m a little on edge, I advise that you don’t open it

I’m a black man with a pale face: it doesn’t occur to me to pick a side

I don’t listen to what the racists say, the day I blow my cool, they'll have it in the face

I haven’t known the broke life in a long time, as soon as I have enough dinars, I fly

No need to blow all that money in the boutiques of galeries Lafayette

But I’ll be the ambassador of the luxury brand that’ll pay me the most

Looking forward to the time when the brand name will be Fall, then I’ll give the thumbs up

[Pre-refrain]

Chilling in the Ferrari

I want to make millions of dollars

The Devil wants us to talk business

He wants me to follow him to hell

[Refrain]

I’m expected like this goddamn pay day

Anticipated like my next return to the country

As long as I’m making the euros, everything’s alright

Take my song in your head like a knock with a bottle

[Verse 2]

New deal, mamacita, I’m taking you to dinner

I’ll take you to dance the samba like Ronaldinho

Determined to make sure I don’t get done dirty

I wear boxer shorts made of crushed glass

The hard life used to wait for me in a dressing gown, rose petals from the bed up to the bath tub

The hotel cameras saw me take off like a black convertible

Long and grim like death row, my dressing room is where I blow off steam

Don’t touch the mic, you can't do shit, you rap like an asthmatic in a smoking room

It’s so crappy it's beyond me, me, I take the beat and give it a beating

2009, Écrasement de Tête was released, ten years later, we’re on top of our game

I never sold drugs in the building, I spent half of my life eating pasta

Half of my life I experienced setbacks, fortunately, at the time, I had friends

Fortunately, I had friends, but how’s it going now?

They all want to be like me

I’m tired of it, I release the album and then disappear for a few months

I’m going to set sail for the island, change my number and leave Snapchat

Maybe write a book that goes like “How to rap for Suckers?”

Or maybe “How to rap for nudists?”, little sadist, you know what I’m talking about, huh?

I’m not going to start doing porn just to sell discs, dude, I have parents

You’re making up a life by telling stories you heard at the bar, huh?

We all know one or two deadly thugs but that’s not enough reason to make you act like the Godfather

[Pre-refrain]

Chilling in the Ferrari

I want to make millions of dollars

The Devil wants us to talk business

He wants me to follow him to hell

[Refrain]

I’m expected like this goddamn pay day

Anticipated like my next return to the country

As long as I’m making the euros, everything’s alright

Take my song in your head like a knock with a bottle

• Artist:Lefa
• Album:Next album est dans mon phone