Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bettta, artist - Jam. Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
Bettta(original) |
| Hit me with your best shot, du revers de ta paume miss |
| Shoot me and you won’t miss |
| J’arrête de m’sauver |
| On a sauté, on est tombé |
| T’as peut-être juste hit the wrong bitch |
| J’t’une bitch aussi, mais p’t-être que t’es une bitch aussi |
| Mes soucis, tes soucis dans un chapeau et tu piges |
| P’t-être que j’aurais pu trouver d’autres paroles, mais tu piges |
| P’t-être que j’aurais pu faire mieux, mais on saura jamais vraiment parce que |
| j’suis ici |
| Toi t’es là-bas pis là-bas c’est loin d’ici maintenant |
| Ça fait mal d’aimer m’semble |
| Nwigga plein d'égratignures, pis j’suis N.A.A now, nwigga a’ec une attitude |
| Baby tu peux t’assir sur un autre, moi je capitule |
| Enfarge-toi dans les fleurs du tapis, choisis un autre bouquetier |
| La vie est beige, le rire jaune, mais au moins le weed est mauve |
| Dans mon donjon, on est loin ici des autres |
| Une smoke pis j’suis en vie, un joint puis j’suis gone |
| Le fumer jusqu’au roach juste pour sentir quelque chose |
| Game over baby |
| Me, myself and I |
| It didn’t take much to try (Much to try) |
| There’s so many ways to say: ''I love you'' |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, back on my bullshit, call un éboueur |
| ''All Eyez on Me'' dans mes écouteurs |
| Pis les histoires d’amour, c’pour les demoiselles |
| Sont tannées d’me voir perdre fa' qu’on s’voit plus trop là |
| J’ai des numbers dans mon phone qui vont jamais ring again |
| Pis des photos everywhere genre, le rêve américain |
| Gun, baïonnette, baby make it clap comme la variet |
| Joue-moi pas d’violon, fais juste souffler dans ma clarinette, yeah |
| Tu veux qu’on se tape le film au complet, j’sais déjà comment ça finit |
| Fuck à minuit, pars à midi, bisous, on s’texte |
| On est déjà gone, dead sans tambours ni trompettes |
| Je t’aime, don’t get me wrong, mais tu fuck avec le wrong babe |
| (translation) |
| Hit me with your best shot, back of your palm miss |
| Shoot me and you won't miss |
| I stop running away |
| We jumped, we fell |
| Maybe you just hit the wrong bitch |
| I'm a bitch too, but maybe you're a bitch too |
| My worries, your worries in a hat and you get it |
| Maybe I could have found other lyrics, but you get it |
| Maybe I could have done better, but we'll never really know 'cause |
| I am here |
| You're over there and over there it's far from here now |
| It hurts to love it seems to me |
| Nwigga full of scratches, and I'm N.A.A now, nwigga with an attitude |
| Baby you can sit on another one, I give in |
| Get stuck in the flowers of the carpet, choose another bouquetier |
| Life is beige, laughter yellow, but at least the weed is purple |
| In my dungeon, we are far here from the others |
| A smoke and I'm alive, a joint then I'm gone |
| Smoke it to the roach just to smell something |
| game over baby |
| Me, myself and I |
| It didn't take much to try (Much to try) |
| There's so many ways to say: ''I love you'' |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, back on my bullshit, call a garbage man |
| "All Eyez on Me" in my headphones |
| Worse, love stories are for young ladies |
| Are tired of seeing me lose so that we don't see each other too much anymore |
| I have numbers in my phone that will never ring again |
| And pictures everywhere like, the American dream |
| Gun, bayonet, baby make it clap like the variety |
| Don't play me the violin, just blow my clarinet, yeah |
| You want to fuck the whole movie, I already know how it ends |
| Fuck at midnight, leave at noon, kisses, we text each other |
| We're already gone, dead without drums or trumpets |
| I love you, don't get me wrong, but you fuck with the wrong babe |