Jette ton phone [English translation]
Jette ton phone [English translation]
[Intro:]
(Throw my phone!)
B: Hey what are you doing
C: Go on, go there (Throw my phone!)
B: Go ahead, go ahead put my phone please (Throw my phone!)
C: No, no I don't put it (Throw my phone!)
B: Put my phone! (Throw my phone!)
C: I don't put it I told you (Throw my phone!)
B: Huh! (Throw my phone!)
[Chorus: Black M & Charly Bell]
B: Oh yeah you play the chick, you check my phone
Don't come piss me of or throw my phone
C: Yes I play the chick, I check your phone
And if you're not satisfied, well go ahead throw your phone
B: I throw my phone
C: Throw your phone
B: I throw my phone
C: T-t-t-throw your phone
[Verse 1: Black M & Charly Bell]
B: Um ....
Tell me what's your delirium, I have committed what offense
Just an message you thought that I fucked her
I saw you search in my stuffs, hey Miss Derrick
Tchiiip .. you're a true hysterical
C: But of course you've fucked her, you took me for a novice
You call her "sexy mami" and you tell me that it's your cousin
Because you know me very badly, I don't have time for your foolishness
Before it go in freestyle, go away see your groupie
B: What's all the hubbub, why don't you trust me
You gives me rabies, you don't have big on consciousness
Small marabout, you make only bails of unconscious just for got me (Ha! Wait, wait, wait)
C: Wait it's me the unconscious, no that one is the best
You spoke to me to have children and you're always in after
C'mon go see your mates, rather your band of loser
I don't have time for your lies that's it I know them by heart
[Chorus: Black M & Charly Bell]
[Verse 2: Black M & Charly Bell]
B: Come talking about your friends, these little bitches (huh!)
I saw them in a chicha to La Chapelle in the shadow
With weird dudes, it touched like zouk
And what that says to me that with one of them you have not made love
C: Go on talking about your mate, I'll make you a topo
I saw him on Instagram currently liked my photos
But you never saw it, always there to throw you
You play the hot guy, but you are not respected
B: Woh! woh! woh! oh! Don't speak of my guys
It's the kind of war that could do damage
Yes to tell you cousin they all think that you're venal
I see you get mad, yes the truth it hurts
C: Tell me a bit venal of what? I don't think so
Get me something you got paid for me: Tightwad
You keep all your dosh to bluff your guys in evening
And you tell me your life you play the beautiful guy c'mon go away
[Chorus: Black M & Charly Bell]
[Verse 3: Black M & Charly Bell]
B: But on me you don't have good evidence
I swear that there is no chick
C: Lie! I don't believe you anymore you broke my heart
B: You're sick! Baby here I think you miss a case
C: Ah yeah? And me I think you miss a testicle
B: Stop! How to explain you push me too far
C: It's not that, I don't want to end up like these ex girlfriend you got upset
B: You, you're too overboard
C: And you want to test me
B: But no I want the respect
I'll end up confessing everything, I'm dead in the film to reconnect
Either way you all pissed me off, take my phone you can search
C: But I don't give a fuck, finish your bails go have fun
There I'm already disconnected, another will quickly replace you
[Chorus: Black M & Charly Bell]
[Outro: Black M & Charly Bell]
B: No, no, but you don't have understood
Have you seen the text message that I received
C: Yeah
B: Actually this is my friend he was talking to a girl
C: Yeah .. Yeah ... Ok ... Ok
B: But I have nothing to do
C: How did you got nothing to do, go ahead stop
B: No! No, I swear I don't know her
C: But of course you know her, stop
B: I swear I don't know her
C: Stop I know very well you know her, I saw the texting, stop
B: Anyway I, I give you my phone
C: I don't want your phone, but I don't want
B: Do what you want
C: I don't want it, I don't believe you go ahead
B: I don't give a damn about any ways
C: Go ahead well yeah, it's me who have don't give a damn
B: You trust or you don't trust, I don't care
C: Go, go, go go ahead (Throw your phone!)
- Artist:Black M
- Album:Le Monde plus gros que mes Yeux