Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trop de vice, artist - Ghetto Phénomène. Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
Trop de vice(original) |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Trop de vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| Alors j’ai fait tout ça pour mon GP |
| Con d’tes morts, la dalle en effet, totalement pété |
| Tu avances pas même si tu es dans la merde |
| Ouais faut garder le moral |
| Pour 50 € c’est la chienneté |
| Alors j’essaie, j’ai pas pour la féfé |
| Sur pépé, la dalle en effet, ça nique la CB |
| A ton daron, chacun pense à soi |
| J’en ai rien à foutre de tes blablablas |
| Cause pas trop à moi |
| Tu vas recevoir des… |
| J’lève mon majeur, j’reste pas sous l’eau, j’avance |
| Tu es pleins d’manières, on galère, tu t’pavanes |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Trop de vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| On a la cheup, ils ont la poise |
| Jette l’oeil à ta grand-mère |
| Tu nous verras au fond d’la boite |
| C’est l’Ghetto Phénomène, frère |
| J’ai toujours gardé le moral |
| Comme mes fréros condamnés |
| Sur le terrain ça débite des kilos |
| Comme on débite sur le beat pour s’en aller |
| On veut être meilleur |
| Elle veut les lovés |
| On regarde pas derrière |
| On continue d’innover |
| Ghetto Phénomène, quoi |
| On garde le moral et ils ont la mort |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Trop de vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| On garde le moral dans la cité |
| Oui, chaque jour, on est incité |
| Oui, Jul, sheitan on a plus (?) |
| On fait les fous, les fous, mama |
| On fonce droit dans le four, y’a nada |
| Poto, tu crains d’empiler |
| Tu fume du vert pillé |
| Moi, j’vois personne briller |
| Les jaloux, faut les piner |
| Elle fait sa folle, elle veut le Panamera |
| Lui, c’est un bandeur d’homme |
| Il veut ta femme comme un rat |
| J’lève mon majeur, j’reste pas sous l’eau, j’avance |
| Tu es pleins d’manières, on galère, tu t’pavanes |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Trop de vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| J’aime bien mon sang, posé au fond d’la salle |
| Accompagné d’mes sales, on tue si on est on sent le seum |
| Tu m’casses les couilles, oh lala, t’as la boco |
| Ouais, ouais j’en ai que foutre sur moi tu parles y’en a beaucoup |
| Ah j’t’ai donné ma confiance et j’ai fini parano |
| T’avais raison, j’ai répondu à l’autre par allô |
| Alors j’me taille, taré j’m’en fous de tout |
| Ouais j’garde espoir, j’m’en fous de tout |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Trop de vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| J’lève mon majeur, j’reste pas sous l’eau, j’avance |
| Tu es pleins d’manières, on galère, tu t’pavanes |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Trop de vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, pleins d’nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| (translation) |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Too much vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| So I did all this for my GP |
| Con of your deaths, the slab indeed, totally farted |
| You're not advancing even if you're in trouble |
| Yeah gotta keep your spirits up |
| For 50 € it's doggie |
| So I try, I don't have for the fefe |
| On grandpa, the slab indeed, it fucks the CB |
| To your daron, everyone thinks of themselves |
| I don't give a fuck about your blah blah blah |
| Cause not too much to me |
| You will receive… |
| I raise my middle finger, I don't stay underwater, I move forward |
| You are full of manners, we struggle, you strut your stuff |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Too much vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| We have the cheup, they have the poise |
| Take a look at your grandma |
| You'll see us at the bottom of the box |
| It's the Ghetto Phenomenon, brother |
| I always kept my spirits up |
| Like my doomed brothers |
| In the field it puts out pounds |
| How we rattle on the beat to get away |
| We wanna be better |
| She wants the coils |
| We don't look behind |
| We keep innovating |
| Ghetto Phenomenon, what |
| We keep our spirits up and they die |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Too much vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| We keep morale in the city |
| Yes, every day we are prompted |
| Yes, Jul, sheitan we have more (?) |
| We go crazy, crazy, mama |
| We go straight into the oven, there's nada |
| Poto, you afraid to stack |
| You smoke looted green |
| Me, I see no one shine |
| The jealous ones, have to fuck them |
| She go crazy, she want the Panamera |
| He's a man's stripper |
| He wants your wife like a rat |
| I raise my middle finger, I don't stay underwater, I move forward |
| You are full of manners, we struggle, you strut your stuff |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Too much vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| I like my blood, laid at the back of the room |
| Accompanied by my sales, we kill if we are, we feel the seum |
| You break my balls, oh lala, you have the boco |
| Yeah, yeah I don't give a fuck you talk a lot |
| Ah I gave you my trust and I ended up paranoid |
| You were right, I answered the other by hello |
| So I cut myself, crazy I don't give a damn |
| Yeah I keep hope, I don't give a damn |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Too much vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |
| I raise my middle finger, I don't stay underwater, I move forward |
| You are full of manners, we struggle, you strut your stuff |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Too much vice, lalalala |
| Lalala, full of nanana |
| Lalala, lalala |