PNL – Simba (English Lyrics)

1st verse (N.O.S) :
I learned how to fall, I learned how to lose
I learned how to shoot, to have peace
I sell out all my salad, I take the misery on a trip
for their smiles homie, I’m spraying
I still have some blood left on my fangs, I’m not happy
So I reload the sawed off and those assholes dance
There’s only her arms that will be able to appease me
QLF, when they’re not doing ok, I’m hurt
I share a stare with the void
I love it, she never acts shy
forget about the game, we’re staying downstairs, too much money to be made
Only the flies remember when it stinks
The only thing that I’m good at : selling out kilos of green
I don’t need a woman in my life, I never knew my mother
I don’t need anyone to love me, actually, all I need is for you to get out my head
Skin tone as pale as an ill patient, but don’t worry I feel good
You guys are many, my shotgun asked how much of you are there

Chorus (N.O.S & Ademo) :
I count over the money in the jungle and I ease myself, Simba
The curve going up your ass, I’m counting over
Only the family, I sell for my fam’, Simba
Under my tree, as long as there’s money, I’m counting over
In the Savannah like Simba
The traitors want Simba’s crown
Simba’s balad costs a lot
QLF, the hand of anger carries Simba

2nd verse (Ademo) :
Yeah, Yeah, Ounga, on my forehead, the hatred, the “M”
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Only for the “V” I make the “L”
Mowgli, Simba, we all know who’s paying for the hotel bill
Ounga wawa, no time to remind you the theme
A gram like an easter egg and the misery grabs me like a physiotherapist
Gala, gala, gala, gala
End up in the misery but never end up selling out
PNL you like, we like the fiends that call (brrrr)
I fall asleep, cell phone ringing, I would have served at any hour
Doggy, doggy, doggy style, chillin
Hurry up and pass, pass, pass the blunt
Motherfucker, stop beggin, we won’t allow you to, my hand on your ass
It stinks, It sucks, it’s grim, we stink, we keep cashing in
Get all the virgins out of the way, Vegeta is screwing Cell
You don’t pick on weaker than yourself, ma’am, ma’am, ma’am
Pretty clever, my anger fuels me
We receive our aknowledgement letter from the CA-CA-CAF
I’m like Zeus sweet heart, I came to show off my powers
I can guarantee you that you’ll fell it, feel it, feel it
Quick nutmeg between the legs, hustling in every direction
The anger since birth, hell hella hella

Chorus (N.O.S & Ademo) :
I count over the money in the jungle and I ease myself, Simba
The curve going up your ass, I’m counting over
Only the family, I sell for my fam’, Simba
Under my tree, as long as there’s money, I’m counting over
In the Savannah like Simba
The traitors want Simba’s crown
Simba’s balad costs a lot
QLF, the hand of anger carries Simba