Kaaris – D.K (English lyrics)

Chorus :
I don’t need to call no doctor
All I need is some hash’ and some weed
I don’t need to call no doctor
All I need is some hash’ and some weed
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
Check out the size of my arms, I’ve got two of them
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
I don’t even need to open fire

1st verse :
I don’t need to call no doctor
I’ll only die if it’s god’s will
Horacio Pagani is in my motor
I’ll have 3 Shawarmas, I have the munchies
She recognized count Dooku
My dick stands up to say hello to her
There’s only the strip clubs and G-strings
That manage to make my artificial heart vibrate
If ever happen to lower my eyes in front of you, it’s only to verify that your pair of Gucci’s are really fake
I’m a lion just like Sefyu, you whore, I’m able to spot your fat ass from all the way in the pits
Fire works after the attacks, my dick was already hard back in the placenta
My Glock will make them do the Lambada dance
Their end is written down in my agenda
Armed robbery in your neighborhood
Don’t bother to take your helmet, I’ve got two of them
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
On those sons of bitches
I can be gallant if you’re my bae, don’t worry
I can hold the door open for you with my dick
I wait for their eggs to swell and then I come and devour them all
At the identification of their bodies, their bones won’t be very old

Chorus (x2) :
I don’t need to call no doctor
All I need is some hash’ and some weed
I don’t need to call no doctor
All I need is some hash’ and some weed
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
Check out the size of my arms, I’ve got two of them
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
I don’t even need to open fire

2nd verse :
You don’t need to call no doctor, I can give you my opinion if you want
Go get yourself fucked by a pedophile, Michel Fourniret agrees
I don’t need to tell you my whole life story, my silence alone is enough to cause a ruckus
Through my airplane window, I see all those bitches closing the curtains of their trucks
These niggas are my sons, these niggas are my kids
These niggas are my fiends, these niggas are chumps to me
These niggas are my bitches, I can put them out for sale on the flee market at Clignancourt
I cut it, wrap it, and then I slang it, Maserati Ghibli
This shit is good, this powder is as white as Michael Jackson
Did you recognize Pablito, I’ll light your clit up with an AK-47
I come through driving in the wrong direction, blinding you
I leave the full headlights on, I don’t give a shit
You’re being electrocuted and at the same time you’re having an orgasm
They’ve put electric wires all over my beam
You bought your wack ass flow on Télé-Achat
You talk about AK-47s but trust me, you wouldn’t want to get yourself involved in all that
Anti-balaka versus Selekas
I’ve been filling these body bags since my Orange Selecta days

Chorus :
I don’t need to call no doctor
All I need is some hash’ and some weed
I don’t need to call no doctor
All I need is some hash’ and some weed
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
Check out the size of my arms, I’ve got two of them
Double kalachnikov, double double kalachnikov
I don’t even need to open fire

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