4 Keus – On dit quoi ? (English lyrics)

1st verse (Bné) :
What did you expect ? We hustled hard in order to make it
As if I didn’t deserve all what I have
Don’t hate me, yeah, God is the one who blesse me
Your ride or die homey will screw you over behind your back
You’re staring at me as if I stole from you
Turn the music up, so I can escape

Chorus (Tiakola, Djeffi Jack & Bné) :
Why are you mad at me, God is the one who blessed me
I’m sorry but, don’t be jealous
I did like my mother, yeah, I worked hard
Oh la la, I’m tired
Wesh la famille, what’s up ?
You talk shit behind my back every month, but you’re a subscriber
Wesh la famille, what’s up ?
Sidiki Diabaté, 4keus, nothing but Brazilian volleys
No don’t derange me, I hustle from morning until night
No, don’t derange us, we hustle from morning until night
I grew up in the ghetto, our mothers carry us on their backs
I grew up in the ghetto, our mothers carry us on their backs

2nd verse (Djeffi Jack) :
My worries are making me lose weight
Despite that I won’t fold
I’m in great shape, as long as my forehead touches the carpet
I’m thirsty fam’, so serve me a glass of bissap
I wanna make money, make a killing like at Kidal
Big big up to Ghana, all the cousins at Dakar
The dancers at Congo, the riches of Mali
For the Comoros and it’s islands, the hostages in Libya
The diamonds in Zaire, my Africa is magic

Chorus (Tiakola, Djeffi Jack & Bné) :
Why are you mad at me, God is the one who blessed me
I’m sorry but, don’t be jealous
I did like my mother, yeah, I worked hard
Oh la la, I’m tired
Wesh la famille, what’s up ?
You talk shit behind my back every month, but you’re a subscriber
Wesh la famille, what’s up ?
Sidiki Diabaté, 4keus, nothing but Brazilian volleys
No don’t derange me, I hustle from morning until night
No, don’t derange us, we hustle from morning until night
I grew up in the ghetto, our mothers carry us on their backs
We grew up in the ghetto, our mothers carry us on their backs
No don’t derange me, I hustle from morning until night
No, don’t derange us, we hustle from morning until night
I grew up in the ghetto, our mothers carry us on their backs
We grew up in the ghetto, our mothers carry us on their backs

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