DOSSEH – VLT ft LACRIM (English lyrics)

Intro (Dosseh) :
The danger
The danger
Doss… eh

1st verse (Dosseh) :
The gun is loaded, hidden under my LV bag
I’m doing 210 km/h, yet my foot is up
Ba-bad boy, but well mannered
We look down on you, we keep to ourselves
We’re not acting tough, we’re pissed off
Fat bitch, big stack, big appetite
Eye me, we’ll gauge it out à la Fetty
The rap game is laying flat on it’s stomach like when shots are being fired
I don’t smoke, I need all of my senses
In order to understand the game’s mechanism
How much will I make back if I invest ?
We’re crocks, we free ride and we duck
Do you really have confidence in your team ?
Without all the traitors and the snitches, how much are there left ?
One last job and we’ll get the hell away from here on an island on a jet ski, yeah !
Dude, I don’t know how to swim, I suffocated
I fought my way out, I managed to float
The streets is nothing but an overrated whore
The most rotten fruit that I have ever bitten
I keep my friends so close to me
That they feel cold when they go next to other people
I think that you have money that should be mines
Even in hell, I’ll be on your ass
So pay pay pay pay pay
Bro, bro, bro, bro, bro
I said pay pay pay pay pay
Bro, bro, bro, bro, bro
The helicopter is doing turns around our heads
The police station walls are riddles with our texts (gang)
All I need is the mole’s name and the hotel’s (gang)
J’guette de tous les tés-c’, be careful when you’re on the phone (pow), yeah !
Police investigation, I have homies that are being watched because of their lifestyle (ouh)
Large police seizure of war weapons, infra red glasses in order to shoot during the night (bang)
No one can stop bullets, no even with Donnarumma’s reflexes (huh)
We won’t tell you that sky’s the limits when there’s footsteps on the moon (haha)
The hustle killed me, I’m sore
Like after a night on the bench in police custody
J’ai le BAC à part si j’finis d’vant la JAP (??)
Two fingers away from sticking it up deep down in her pussy
Avoid making big gestures (huh)
When you’re talking to dirty guys (hu)
I’m only here to re write history with a reckless lexical field

Bridge :
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three

Chorus (Dosseh) :
Long live the projects
One, two, three
Long live the projects
One, two, three
Long live the projects
One, two, three
Long live the projects
One, two

2nd verse (Lacrim) :
She has her periods, you’ll fuck her tommorow
We have the best prices when it comes to weed
I know that you snitched
Because I pay and fuck your lawyer
Oh, hell of a flow, ok homie
Brand new car, homie
I know that you think about me every morning
You can’t cover the sun with one hand, ah bah oui
You wanted to screw over my friends, ski mask at night
You already know who’s doing 220 kmh under the rain, this year I’ll (??)
Oh, yeah, over here is a minefield
Big car, it’s a parade
Hard face hanging out at the back of the café
Hoody on, the cops can’t keep up
I’ll fuck you up
Mes potos sont dans la gomme, y’a trop de tains-p’ qui passent la vie en mer (??)
While back in Paris, there’s ten whore waiting for me outside
Red lipstick on my car door
I don’t give a fuck, yeah, homie
We don’t talk much, yeah, homie
A 9 mili and some bullets, yeah homie, so I’m not alone
I’ll riddle you with bullets
You’re in a big car but everybody knows that you rented it
Stop lying, 100 euros per liter, you don’t want to admit it
You Snaped 100K euros, only 20 are yours, it’s for you to go and play somewhere
Tell them Doss’ we already know, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A blunt in the mouth when the sun rises
Sunday after-noon in the projects, I bring out the T-Max
In a jail cell, a hot meal, you know how to do the accounts in millions of euros
Kid it’s nothing but math
May the lord forgive me for feeling like killing
From a tainted window
Some good shit to smoke
Refined waist, fell in my web
There’s a lot of guys that would love to smoke us
Your future gets decided over a diner
Over a diner, former robbers that started dealing drugs
We’re gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
There’s some smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
From back in the old country (X5)
Fuck them (X5)

Bridge :
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three

Chorus (Dosseh) :
Long live the projects
One, two, three
Long live the projects
One, two, three
Long live the projects
One, two, three
Long live the projects
One, two

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