Hornet La Frappe - Gramme 2 peuf (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Grams of that dope shit in the blood vessels, we’ll light you up, you weight more than 100 kilos
Some devil’s piss that keep you warm during the winter, the coke is salt if the alcohol is water
Don’t be a loner, we advance in pairs
It’s thanks to your jail mate’s ass that you smoke
Out of 10 men how many sons of bitches are there, (I only walk with friendships that are over 10 years)
Bum puff your shisha surrounded with your arabs
Condom without hesitation, big ass getting hit from the back
You want my well being ? No problems
He doesn’t wan’t my well being, too often drunk off whisky
I’ve hurt this little fragile heart
I’m very calm, but when I talk, I act
Locked up, you’re thinking on your release day, fuck eating from the bowl, cook yourself some tagine
The whole projects is behind my career
I must not fail, there’s no reverse
No need for a marabout in order to see the bastards that only want me to see me fail
We’re holding on tight, no one is worried
I’ll murk me a rapper and end up in the Top Tweet
Grams of that dope shit in your nose, like Ninho I’ll make you dance Nae Nae
I would like to be legendary, you must no end up in jail, hein !
I don’t keep in touch anymore, who’s fault is it ? Hein !
I don’t keep in touch anymore, who’s fault is it ?

Chorus :
Come over here, we’re slanging a few grams of that dope shit
I’m so ahead, never slowed down by the bitches
I’m co signed…by the brothers
Come over here, we’re slanging a few grams of that dope shit

2nd verse :
I would like to be legendary, you must not end up in jail
I’ve grown a lot, it’s normal that I have a long reach
I’m determined, I’ll kick you, you’ll lay down
A fat ass needs fat heels to support it
I’m arriving in the game, dirty and in delicacy
I’m lighting up a fire, looking for (fisilex?)
I say that I love you in order to fuck you
I don’t give a fuck about the bastard of the year
H this dope shit is real, believe me
You can see me in my streets high as fuck
Listening to some cheoui, everything can be bought except a pair of balls
It’s do or die or buy a Chrysler
Yeah Yeah Yeah, it’s saturday night your halal is drinking ciroc
Yeah Yeah Yeah, it’s getting out of hand, keep an eye out like a cyclopt
Yeah Yeah Yeah, everything comes in handy for he who knwos how to cook (no no no)