Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taylor , by - LascoRelease date: 21.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
Taylor(original) |
| Ma ville me suit comme le 3 et le 9 |
| Papa m’aidait quand tu doutais de moi |
| Il bossait tard donc on mangeait du boeuf |
| J’lui en veut pas pour la bouteille du soir |
| On est 3 frères à la guerre (?) la daronne |
| Quand elle parle on ferme la bouche |
| C’est elle qui donne la parole |
| Toi je t’ai vu dans la boite te transformer pour une tchoin |
| Y’a deux ans dans la zone tu grattais des culs d’joints |
| Fils de pute viens surtout pas nous parler street cred |
| Alors qu’pour un four, des ados dans la street crèvent |
| J’ai visser des camés dans les boites et les big raves |
| J’ai toujours la grinta, celle qui fait mourir jeune |
| J’suis allé visser Linda elle a kiffé mon rire jaune |
| On a la drefou, la (?) et la skittles |
| Blanc du hood ma petite gueule |
| On a la coupe aux Beatles |
| Ça bicrave devant Lidl |
| Le diable met des middles |
| Y’a le voisin qui gueule |
| Et il pue le pickle |
| Fils de pute |
| Ok |
| Ouais mon gars, ça dit quoi, toujours dans les sales histoires |
| J’ai le blues tout le dimanche après la fête du samedi soir |
| Ca bouscule les samedi sorry |
| (translation) |
| My city follows me like the 3 and the 9 |
| Daddy used to help me when you doubted me |
| He was working late so we were eating beef |
| I don't blame him for the evening bottle |
| We are 3 brothers at war (?) the daronne |
| When she speaks we close our mouths |
| She's the one giving the floor |
| You I saw you in the box transforming for a tchoin |
| Two years ago in the zone you scratched ass joints |
| Son of a bitch don't come talk to us street cred |
| While for an oven, teenagers in the street are dying |
| I screwed junkies in clubs and big raves |
| I still have the grinta, the one that makes you die young |
| I went to screw Linda she liked my yellow laugh |
| We have the drefou, the (?) and the skittles |
| White from the hood my little face |
| We got the cut to the Beatles |
| It bicrave in front of Lidl |
| The devil puts middles |
| There's the neighbor who yells |
| And he stinks of pickle |
| Son of a bitch |
| Okay |
| Yeah my boy, what does it say, always in the dirty stories |
| Got the blues all Sunday after the Saturday night party |
| It's busy on Saturdays sorry |