Kaaris - Bling Bling ft Kalash Criminel, Sofiane (English lyrics)

Intro (Kaaris)
2.7
Double X on the track, bitch!
Kaaris
Ah clique

1st verse (Kaaris) :
It’s even better if your ass is fat, I’ve got my trucker’s license
She’s got hundreds of milliliters of liquid in her panties, she can’t even board the plane anymore
If you’re looking for me, don’t be dumb, just type my name in your iPad
If I had a nine millimeter, you would no longer be, so fuck Hamlet
I got you, (??), sorry my beauty
If it’s to tell me that it’s over between us, you could have just told me over the phone
If you’re a puta, if you’re a liar, watch out for the misbehavior, misbehavior, misbehavior
I want me a mint flavored shisha, I kept the same behavior, behavior, behavior

Chorus (Kaaris) :
I’m in Pablo’s plane, I’m floating
You turn me on like a blunt, you’re my flame
I shine like a bling-bling, bling-bling, bling-bling, bling-bling, bling-bling
On the rooftop of the building, building, building, building, building
Everything that you see is ephemeral, you know it
The things that you don’t see are eternal, you know it

2nd verse (Sofiane) :
I leave blood everywhere, I’m not here to show off
I’ve got milk brothers, I’ve got whisky brothers
There’s no one in front of me that worries me
There’s no dreams that my weapon can’t make come true
You think that I’m on the wrong path because of success, homie, but you’re wrong
I still have all my instinctive reflexes, even when the metal is asleep
Homie, tell me what it is that we’re celebrating, a sold out tour ?
A hot bitch, a fucking gold medal ?
The bandit from Dakar, dope ass un-friendly track
The associate from Algeria, “nouchi” from Abidjan
Money stacks, freezer bags, cellophane, aluminium
The empire of the “9-3”, multiplatinium
Skunk strain and even the angels are coughing
No Kobe beef, I prefer that we all eat
I’m working the CAC 40, I’m keeping the market prices unstable
I rather them funny, tell her to suck my dick if she wants a Snap

3rd verse (Kalash Criminel) :
(Gang, Savageness)
Gotta make money, I don’t have time for all these neighborhood beefs anymore
My son is a few months old, he wears Balmain, Gucci, Versace
If only you knew how I struggled to make it here
I won’t stop as long as I won’t have my villa on the French Rivierea
Ski-mask late at night, yeah I’m driving and the machine gun is yougoslav
35 hours a week for 1200 euros, that’s terrible, working for the state, is being a slave
I’m in advance, they think that I’m late, I whip them like the boogeyman
We can buy your father, mother, brother, your sister with the money from the Qatar