Niska – Boug en plus (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
I was making money before I started rapping
Cupid is dead, the little kids in the projects stole his arrows
Me, I didn’t chose this life, I was a rapper even before I entered kinder garden
My wife can relax, I didn’t let the cat out of the bag
All the young boys have started acting like a bunch of retards
Ever since my music started playing on the radio
They think we’ve lost it
But soon they’ll do like Marie-Jo (run)
Why are you laughing like a fool ?
Can’t you see that I’m trying to lay this verse ? Come on, concentrate
The world is filled with hypocrites
I know that deep down you don’t like me, but still, you keep telling me “take care of yourself”
My left hand and my backside…
What the hell am I doing ? well, I’m cleaning off
These haters talk a bunch of shit
Well, I think about you guys when I go to the toilets
The charger is ready, stop writing comments
You already hated, you don’t know what to do next

Chorus :
Independent like a Kabyle
I make my phone calls at the phone boot
In the name of my riffle
How the fuck is this possible ?
I’ve gained even more homies since “Boug en mwen”
I’m strapped up in the phone boot (fuck y’all)
I’m in my coupe with a light skinned girl (fuck y’all)
I’m the only captain on board (fuck y’all)
You want to know who my accomplice was ? (fuck y’all)
Mister officer, I don’t know and I won’t tell you (fuck y’all)

2nd verse :
I’ve got some cash in my pocket
Some coffee seeds on my chest
You can catch me in a Porsche
I don’t ride the bus, it sprains my ankle
The teacher said that I wouldn’t amount to nothing
Today, here son is asking me for a picture
I don’t like the way you rap, your flow is meh
A cocktail molotov
If she can’t cook, then, I won’t pay the dowry
I still have faith, but no more value
I don’t feel love anymore, like an escort girl
They still haven’t refunded my door
Slowly but surely, I’m starting to lose my appetite
Things aren’t like when I was a kid anymore
I’m crushing all these rappers, just like Putin
I’m sending kisses to all of my enemies, I still have your blood stains on my Gucci shoes

Pre-chorus :
As soon as I made it, everybody started bragging
But when I get busted, who will be there to avenge me ?
I don’t trust no one, and I live a hidden life, like a stranger
Some bread and some cream, some bread and some cream
Just like a baker

Chorus :
Independent like a Kabyle
I make my phone calls at the phone boot
In the name of my riffle
How the fuck is this possible ?
I’ve gained even more homies since “Boug en mwen”
I’m strapped up in the phone boot (fuck y’all)
I’m in my coupe with a light skinned girl (fuck y’all)
I’m the only captain on board (fuck y’all)
You want to know who my accomplice was ? (fuck y’all)
Mister officer, I don’t know and I won’t tell you (fuck y’all)

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