DTF ft IGD – 185 (English lyrics)

1rst verse (S-Pion) :
How am I suppose to see life through rosy glasses ? There’s nothing but boys in blue in front of me
For some purple euro bills, the judge wants to rape me
Green, yellow, black, some of them would snif white
My homies, my homies, my homies they make money then they go away to Hawaï
You dirty bitch, j’vais les zgawawaté (??)
Nothing but hash and T-shirts on the dope spot
Trolololol she’s beautiful, she’s fine
She’s sending me snaps, she’s twerking on my cell phone
DTF, IGD, who wants to dim our lights ? We’re shinning homie
I’m in the box, always guilty, Hurricane Carter
I don’t have the right face for the job, they employ me in the underworld
All I do is roll my mula, QLF don’t ask me why
Fuck your dreams, if you don’t have any money
Your so-called friends would like to become Caliph instead of the Caliph
Ratatatata, I need my blunt, my mulalalalala
6 in the morning, I’ve got a rendez-vous with Que pasa
Ratatatata, I need my blunt, my mulalalalala
6 in the morning, I’ve got a rendez-vous with Que pasa

Chorus :
It goes rha rha rha rha
If you touch the fam’, you try to steal my money
Point black shooting, it goes, rha rha rha rha
They’re spraying up the projects, guys, the snitch is talking
With no mercy, it goes rha rha rha rha
To all those who never helped me
Things change you faggots
Rha rha, it goes rha rha rha

2nd verse (RKM) :
You know homie, men are traitors
All it takes is one pussy in order to see your homie turn on you
Don’t talk about any large amount in front of these hyenas
You acted like a bandit, you ended up in my cave
Ratatatata I’m raging, I’ve got bad luck and misery
And I go to sleep when the sun rises
And bi-bi-bi-bitch, stay in your place
I’ve got drinks at my table but I won’t offer you any glass
Oh bitch, call me Keyser Söze
Homie, I’m not the one to get screwed, like Sosa
I roll me up a blunt to go to sleep
Apart from that, we’re getting by
We would like to live la vida loca posted up in the building’s hallway
Our pockets are empty but our balls are in our boxers
A blunt wrap, some weed, a filter
Go get me some alcohol so I can relax
DTF, IGD-Gnag I’m chilling
Homie, I don’t give a fuck about your life story
You touch the fam’, I’ll break your knee caps
Homie I don’t give a shit about your life story
You touch the fam’ I’ll break your knee caps
Yeah homie, I sell chocha
Go tell the competition to go fuck theirsleves
Yeah yeah we need dollars
Posted up in the building’s hallway, homie, things are rough
Yeah yeah how’s things
We’re patient, we’ve got the projects on fire
Yeah yeah how’s things
I wanted to shine but they broke my dreams

Chorus :
It goes rha rha rha rha
If you touch the fam’, you try to steal my money
Point black shooting, it goes, rha rha rha rha
They’re spraying up the projects, guys, the snitch is talking
With no mercy, it goes rha rha rha rha
To all those who never helped me
Things change you faggots
Rha rha, it goes rha rha rha

3rd verse :
If you bought any weed, it was me, I served you
Your doing (??) in my town
The Anti crime brigade I fucked them over, I want some mula, no change
I’m not a fool, I don’t lie, if you’ve got any problem we’ll adress it
IGD, King (??), yeah it’s about to get ugly
Gang of Vikings or victims
Always wearing Jeans
New pair of Asics
Ready to brave all risks
The respect or money ? I’ll die with my pockets empty
I make love to my bars of hash, I’m the father of hash
Illegal like my dick in the building, we’re spending money
IGD, DTF, We’re going to give you a hard blow with our dicks
First thought, first feat, you can see that I’m quick
I only leave my house to make money
No one taught me anything, I’m like Léo Messi
Qu’a pigé au bled (??), I came back like a missile

Chorus :
It goes rha rha rha rha
If you touch the fam’, you try to steal my money
Point black shooting, it goes, rha rha rha rha
They’re spraying up the projects, guys, the snitch is talking
With no mercy, it goes rha rha rha rha
To all those who never helped me
Things change you faggots
Rha rha, it goes rha rha rha

4rth verse :
The lack of money can often make you do bad thing
We would snatch bags, we would pray with dirty hands
Me, I have respect for the real guys, the family
I need to forget about the past, when I write, I take pleasure in it
You slang hash but you would like to stop
The dope spot is not profitable, the profits are going up in smoke
Attached to this woman, you had plans on loving her
Your dreams came down crashing, it didn’t last, between the two of you
Me, I say what I mean, if I keep my distances, it’s because I have a hard time trusting people
For a piece of hash some would lose their minds, the weight will be heavy on your conscience
I fail at everything, and my problems are pilling up
We would like to live a dream life, pockets full of cash
Me, I’m crazy, and my luck is running out
I’m in my bubble, I escape with a blunt
Maybe this autotune will help make money
Finish the project, put it out on iTunes, RTmax came to deliver you this hot track
It’s do or die, in either cases, I’ll have a cushion if I fall
IGD in your face, we’re bursting trough, bursting through

Chorus 2X :
It goes rha rha rha rha
If you touch the fam’, you try to steal my money
Point black shooting, it goes, rha rha rha rha
They’re spraying up the projects, guys, the snitch is talking
With no mercy, it goes rha rha rha rha
To all those who never helped me
Things change you faggots
Rha rha, it goes rha rha rha

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