Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pumpidup, artist - Lorenzo. Album song Sex In The City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MFC
Song language: French
Pumpidup(original) |
I guess I’ve been scheming |
It took too long, I’ve got enough |
I guess I’ve been dreaming |
But everything I meant it though |
C’est donc ça ma vie, faire des gros sous, les dépenser, puis baiser des folles |
Toujours plus fou, j’suis dans ma folie, j’fais n’importe quoi, y a que ça qui |
m’raisonne |
Les gens sont jaloux de tout mon blé, j’sais même pas compter, j’suis bon qu'à |
lire la somme |
La beuh est toujours plus verte à côté, j’rêve de cette beuh dans les Dom-Tom |
et des pom-pom girls |
Pas d’cachalots, que des bonnes bonnes gows |
Plus veineux qu’un de |
Imper, cigare comme Colombo-o-o |
L’alcool gratuit, les filles faciles, ta mère dans l’club en bas résilles |
Bière dans la coupe sa tête est vide, c’est juste une bim-bo |
Textile rétro-o, mon sexe une barre de limbo-o-o-o |
Tous les soirs pumpidup depuis que j’suis célèbre |
Mamène sur le scrabble, j’la touche du bout des lèvres |
On s’le dira jamais, j’ai pas les couilles, j’avoue |
Le temps passe j’suis tanné, entre nous pas d’tabou |
I’ve been waiting, but then you don’t know shit |
Don’t try to pretend you do |
Fuck you too, but I guess I’ve been scheming |
It took too long, I got enough |
I guess I’ve been dreaming |
But everything I meant it though |
Tous les soirs pumpidup depuis que j’suis célèbre |
Mamène sur le scrabble, j’la touche du bout des lèvres |
On s’le dira jamais, j’ai pas les couilles, j’avoue |
Le temps passe j’suis tanné, entre nous pas d’tabou |
I guess I’ve been scheming |
It took too long, I’ve got enough |
I guess I’ve been dreaming |
But everything I meant it though |
(translation) |
I guess I've been scheming |
It took too long, I've got enough |
I guess I've been dreaming |
But everything I mean it though |
So that's my life, make big bucks, spend it, then fuck crazy |
Always crazier, I'm in my madness, I do anything, that's what |
reason with me |
People are jealous of all my wheat, I can't even count, I'm only good at |
read the sum |
The weed is always greener next door, I dream of this weed in the Dom-Tom |
and cheerleaders |
No sperm whales, only good good gows |
Veinier than one of |
Raincoat, cigar like Colombo-o-o |
Free alcohol, easy girls, your mother in the club in fishnet stockings |
Beer in the cup her head is empty, she's just a bim-bo |
Textile retro-o, my sex a bar of limbo-o-o-o |
Every pumpidup night since I got famous |
Go on the scrabble, I touch it with my lips |
We'll never tell each other, I don't have the balls, I admit |
Time passes, I'm tired, there's no taboo between us |
I've been waiting, but then you don't know shit |
Don't try to pretend you do |
Fuck you too, but I guess I've been scheming |
It took too long, I got enough |
I guess I've been dreaming |
But everything I mean it though |
Every pumpidup night since I got famous |
Go on the scrabble, I touch it with my lips |
We'll never tell each other, I don't have the balls, I admit |
Time passes, I'm tired, there's no taboo between us |
I guess I've been scheming |
It took too long, I've got enough |
I guess I've been dreaming |
But everything I mean it though |