Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PALM ANGELS , by - Green Montana. Release date: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
PALM ANGELS(original) |
| J’parle grave seul, yeah, Glock chargé, yeah |
| Palm Angels, yeah, pas l’temps t’sais, yeah, yeah |
| On fait la guerre, yeah, les mains à zéro, yeah, yeah |
| Rayon laser, yeah, waouh |
| Compte plein d’garis, hey |
| Prends pas mon temps, gaspille pas ta salive, encore des ennuis |
| Ouais négro, pour l’argent j’saigne, jalousé par les porcs, yeah |
| J’serai seul à la fin, yeah, pour eux, pas d’grands efforts, woh-oh-oh-oh, |
| trop parler fuck |
| Dans l'élastique, un paquet d’loves, proche de moi comme une meuf penchée |
| Yeah, et c’est facile d’lui dire qu’c’est pas grave si ça casse |
| T’as le cash négro, faut me le rapporter |
| Galère à prendre pour attraper la fille |
| Green Mountain North, 92i, la moula comme cette maladie |
| Les mêmes dièses mais pas l’même calibre |
| Fils de pute, on n’est pas l'équipe |
| Recompter oseille, regoûter cette pute |
| En dessous d’mama, y a ma paie |
| Peux pas tomber love de la fille |
| J’aime que l’oseille, maman et le crime |
| T’as rien à faire, j’ai des heures de la nuit |
| Toute la night, on tourne dans la ville |
| Yeah, yeah, yah |
| Dans l'élastique, paquet, yeah |
| Reste tranquille, yeah, teste la vie d’quartier, yeah |
| Essentiel j’suis, elle peut pas vivre sans C |
| Fils de pute, calibré, parle moins d’dièses |
| J’parle grave seul, yeah, Glock chargé, yeah |
| Palm Angels, yeah, pas l’temps t’sais, yeah, yeah |
| On fait la guerre, yeah, les mains à zéro, yeah, yeah |
| Rayon laser, yeah, waouh |
| Compte plein d’garis, hey |
| Prends pas mon temps, gaspille pas ta salive, encore des ennuis |
| Ouais négro, pour l’argent j’saigne, jalousé par les porcs, yeah |
| J’serai seul à la fin, yeah, pour eux, pas d’grands efforts, woh-oh-oh-oh, |
| trop parler fuck |
| (translation) |
| I speak serious alone, yeah, Glock loaded, yeah |
| Palm Angels, yeah, no time you know, yeah, yeah |
| We go to war, yeah, hands down, yeah, yeah |
| Laser beam, yeah, wow |
| Account full of garis, hey |
| Don't take my time, don't waste your breath, more trouble |
| Yeah nigga, for the money I bleed, jealous of the pigs, yeah |
| I'll be alone in the end, yeah, for them, no big effort, woh-oh-oh-oh, |
| talk too much fuck |
| In the rubber band, a bundle of loves, close to me like a leaning girl |
| Yeah, and it's easy to tell him that it doesn't matter if it breaks |
| Got the cash nigga, gotta bring it to me |
| Hard to take to catch the girl |
| Green Mountain North, 92i, the moula like this disease |
| The same sharps but not the same caliber |
| Motherfucker, we ain't the team |
| Recount sorrel, taste this bitch again |
| Below mama, there is my pay |
| Can't fall in love with the girl |
| I like only sorrel, mom and crime |
| You don't have to do anything, I have hours of the night |
| All night we're running around town |
| Yeah, yeah, yah |
| In the rubber band, bundle, yeah |
| Keep calm, yeah, test the neighborhood life, yeah |
| Essential I am, she can't live without C |
| Son of a bitch, calibrated, speak fewer sharps |
| I speak serious alone, yeah, Glock loaded, yeah |
| Palm Angels, yeah, no time you know, yeah, yeah |
| We go to war, yeah, hands down, yeah, yeah |
| Laser beam, yeah, wow |
| Account full of garis, hey |
| Don't take my time, don't waste your breath, more trouble |
| Yeah nigga, for the money I bleed, jealous of the pigs, yeah |
| I'll be alone in the end, yeah, for them, no big effort, woh-oh-oh-oh, |
| talk too much fuck |