Joke – Majeur en l’air (English lyrics)

Intro :
Middle fingers up
Middle fingers up
Middle fingers up
Middle fingers up
Middle fingers up
Mi-mi-mi-middle fingers up
Mi-mi-mi-middle fingers up
Mi-mi-mi-middle fingers up
Mi-mi-mi-middle fingers up

1st verse :
Don’t get too familiar with me
We never fucked any bitches together
Wax holandais for the outfit
Fuck the whole rap game
The French State can get it, fuck the 14th of July
My nigga, in order to fuck Marianne in the ass, all you’ll need is the papers to wipe yourself
My nigga, if you want to count money, you should spend less time counting the hours
May the rap game rot in it’s coffin, the prince will have them bring flowers over
Send me a picture of your pussy with some hearts on it
Life is better with money
We’ll help you become a good corpse if you’re a deadbeat
If she’s not found of rap music you should marry her, marry her
This rap shit will pay for my villa
Cigarillo Vanilla-nilla
On Nabilla-billa’s pussy
Billa-billa, deep down I mean no harm, wallaye bilaye bilaye
I’m a cristal terrorist, because I’ll get the cristal popping
We’re pissed off !

Chorus :
We don’t like it, when they erase the debts
We don’t like it, fuck the parameters
My niggas are here, my niggas are here
My niggas are here, niggas are here
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas

2nd verse :
I never disappoint the bitches, I count each cent
We handle our business without girls, without wireless cell phones
The history teacher lied to me, your skank lied to you
I would love to tell you that I would never touch her, but homie I wouldn’t like to lie to you
My watch is guaranteed for life, but my life isn’t guaranteed
I’m leaving you pass in front just to watch your ass, fuck all this galanterie
It’s only a matter of time, I’ll remove the “lan” and turn it into gâteries
May R.Kelly piss on the Marseillaise, enfant de la patrie
My nigga, if you pay in cash, you probably won’t get back any receipt
These bastards are telling lies, all the bitches will fall for it
More virulent than HIV, airline pilot for Al-Qaïda
Even darker than Dark Vador, I swear on Rachida-ida’s father’s son

Chorus : 
We don’t like it, when they erase the debts
We don’t like it, fuck the parameters
My niggas are here, my niggas are here
My niggas are here, niggas are here
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas
MTP, there’s nothing new, I’m making dope joints for my niggas

Outro

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