Kaaris - Binks (English lyrics) - The International Connect

Intro :
Back to the future
(2.7. Sevran)

Chorus :
I’ve got bundles of euros bills to make
I’m in the future, you’re in the past
I’m about to stab a couple niggas
I’ve got a couple pussys to smash
Everyday I’m in the building, everyday I’m in the building
Everyday I’m in the building, everyday I’m in the building
I’ve got bundles of euro bills to make
I’m in the future, you’re in the past

1st verse :
I’m listening to your verses, the music that you make is funny as fuck
I’ll bring plastic cups to your farewell party
Don’t think that I’m in pain when you see me reflecting
I’m only trying to figure out what would be the best color for your coffin
There won’t be any truce, I’m not signing the Geneva’s convention
I raise my blade, open your mouth : I’ll give you a cleft lip
I’m not playing around, I’m hungry, I’ll commit a couple scams like during the G20
Even if I ever make it big, there won’t be enough wax to duplicate my balls in the Grévin’s museum
I’m in the, I’m in a coupe, my nigga, I’m on a bike, my nigga
Semi, semi-auto, I’ll clown these niggas
All I want to see is purple euro bills in the money machine
Lead shower sprayed against the police, the menu tonight is tajine with chicken
I saw my red blood get spilled all over these white cotton flowers
That’s the reason why my big dick is smashing the walls of their colon
Persona non grata, I’ll make some money for Aminata
9-3, Mara Salvatrucha, I’ll blow your head open like a pinata

2nd verse :
Life is nothing but a bitch with a fat ass, I hope that you’re fucking her real hard
We walk around with the same weapons as the cops, just minus the shame
Some niggas act tough, but go around giving names out
I eat so many indigestible Mcs that it gives me gas
I’ve got a special 38 caliber, for the press and for their conferences
It seems to me that the canon and her butt hole both have the same girth
2.7., 2.7., 4124 that’s the affiliation
The French Republic fucked us over, so we’re going to stone her to death
Free Bizon and Lil Boosie and don’t you get it twisted, groupie
That’s what I consider you as, there won’t be any candle light dinner
The soldier and the tank can both go off road thanks to the caterpillar tracks
On the road of vice, she’s moving her hips, I’m looking at her with my pants pulled down, Sevran !
I came here for the money, There’s no mountains to clim, only mountain tops
From now on, we’re the ones that will be making all the money
Seven euro bills like seven heavens, we’re all getting closer to hell
With a tank full of gas
The dead are the lucky winners at this game