Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ma Chérie, artist - Baby Gang. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Italian
Ma Chérie(original) |
| Ma chérie, 'sti figli di puttana |
| Voglion dividerci perché hanno visto la fama |
| Hanno visto Givenchy addosso a Baby Ganga |
| Sanno che son rich e che tengo conto in banca |
| Ma non sanno, ma chérie, sogno rapine in banca |
| Lui sogna rapine e lei che lo sogna in gabbia |
| E la mia pussy vende weed ai tuoi amici zanza |
| Beretta nel Louis V, parla poco, la tua parla |
| «Halo, Baby, come va?» |
| ogni sera mia chiama |
| Dice che son sparito da più di una settimana |
| Sono in giro con l’equipe, più di una settimana |
| E non dormo di notte, scrivo pezzi con Santana |
| Ero dentro, ora free, free, free, free, free |
| Prima non entravo lì, lì, lì, lì, lì |
| Ora regalano i free, free, free, free, free |
| Per venire con i G, G, G, G, G |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Ma chérie, voglion dividerci ma non ci avranno |
| Resto easy, penso al busy, ho fatturato più quest’anno |
| Bella, baby, ho pochi amici veri, ora a fianco la mia baby |
| Me ne tiene trentamila nel bagaglio |
| Mio fra' dentro ora è free, free, free |
| Ma non può rischiare adesso, la vita è una bitch |
| Ma chérie, ti porto in fondo, vieni giù con me |
| Non si può tornare indietro, non è come un film |
| Smoking hash dry tech, California |
| Nella tech pack tutto ciò che sogno |
| Mio fratello ha tutto ciò che serve |
| Basta solo che apre la tracolla |
| Lei lo muove a tempo, si alza la temperatura |
| I miei fra' in strada friggono come tempura |
| Oh mama, non vale la pena, corrono rischi |
| Solo con quello pagan l’affitto, ye-ye |
| Marijuana |
| Lei mi chiede di fumare ancora |
| Cento g, una settimana |
| Ho il lavoro che mi chiama |
| Ma non voglio andare ora |
| Ma chérie, ye |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin' marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| (translation) |
| But chérie, these sons of bitches |
| They want to divide us because they have seen the fame |
| They saw Givenchy wearing Baby Ganga |
| They know I'm rich and I have a bank account |
| But they don't know, ma chérie, I dream of bank robberies |
| He dreams of robberies and she dreams of him in a cage |
| And my pussy sells weed to your zanza friends |
| Beretta in Louis V, she speaks little, yours speaks |
| "Halo, Baby, how are you?" |
| every evening my calls |
| You say I've been missing for over a week |
| I am out and about with the team for more than a week |
| And I don't sleep at night, I write pieces with Santana |
| I was in, now free, free, free, free, free |
| Before I did not enter there, there, there, there, there |
| Now they give away free, free, free, free, free |
| To come up with the G, G, G, G, G |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| But chérie, they want to divide us but they won't have us |
| Rest easy, I think of busy, I have increased turnover this year |
| Bella, baby, I have few real friends, now my baby next to me |
| He keeps thirty thousand in my luggage |
| My brother inside is now free, free, free |
| But he can't risk it now, life is a bitch |
| But chérie, I'll take you to the bottom, come down with me |
| There's no going back, it's not like a movie |
| Smoking hash dry tech, California |
| In the tech pack everything I dream of |
| My brother has everything you need |
| You just need to open the shoulder strap |
| She moves it in time, the temperature rises |
| My brothers in the street fry like tempura |
| Oh mama, it's not worth it, they take risks |
| Only with that they pay the rent, ye-ye |
| Marijuana |
| She asks me to smoke again |
| One hundred g, one week |
| I have the job calling me |
| But I don't want to go now |
| Ma chérie, ye |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |
| Smokin 'marijuana-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Na-na-na-na-na |