KAARIS – Je bibi (English lyrics)

[Chorus]
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I’m a bad boy like Diddy
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I’m a bad boy like Diddy
It’s my stuff that you take, It’s my stuff that you take
It’s my stuff that you take, I’m in every party, I’m in every head
It’s my stuff that you take, It’s my stuff that you take
It’s my stuff that you take, I’m in every party, I’m in every head

[1st verse]
Every dog recogniez my voice, I pull the leash they bark
I can whack you without needing a fatwa, let’s go with Ciroc, I don’t drink agua
I’m coming back with the almanac, smoke the asphalt laced with amonia
Double-A, sorry big mojo, bosnian AK 4-7
My mind is all about mourning, quick I put the mocker on you
I can blow up your g-string, just by raising my wallet
I’m getting closer, I’m worked up, you cling to your imagination
Yeah old G, you know the rap as well as your urinary bag
My sound is on Deezer, your forehead in the gun-sight
The produce is in the blender, nothing change except Freezer
The industry ? I’m gonna make it cum by inserting my little hand
I scare all of them, I put it deeper than in a shallow pool
On the quay with my flotilla, attiéké roast chicken
Ok we leave the hovels, but there is nothing to do, we’re cursed
The globe is warming up until the thaw, we spot everything they hide
The aureola is under the armpit, the heart is dry like the eye of the Dajjal
I winning ground, grazing it, like Hugo Lloris I pivot
I exactly know where to touch them, theirs clitoris flinker
Some place in the body bag, strange lunar eclipse
They don’t know what to do anymore, since they’re affraid of the dark and the light
My hate, I spread it, in the style of Bin Laden
Your sorrow, I smash it, no theme, no gun
My rap court-circuit the sun, make the a racks appear
They say you you you you snitch, making you disapear in a cul- de-sac

[Chorus]
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I’m a bad boy like Diddy
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I’m a bad boy like Diddy
It’s my stuff that you take, It’s my stuff that you take
It’s my stuff that you take, I’m in every party, I’m in every head
It’s my stuff that you take, It’s my stuff that you take
It’s my stuff that you take, I’m in every party, I’m in every head

[2nd verse]
Cannabis resin in gram, quick we smoke it, skull and crossbones on the pictogramme
T’es pas d’accord : ma plus grosse lame se fraye un passage dans ton program
I’m not here to apologize, I’m saying it openly for real
Your shitty advices go expulsed them in an abortion clinic
You even have doubt about the era, I’m in the futur, I fuck you
Finger on the Glock’s tringer outil it’s out of stock
Noise ain’t doing war, nigga, if you don’t do the trick, nigga
I unfold tons of cum and I turn off the fire fighting plane
Alcool on the table, I’m in the trapfour, doing the mac
Biatch under the table, like the Mac computer tower
I pilot and your butt is clapping, find the cartridge case even in the
Record display unit
Îlotiers, pigs, BAC units eat my balls like easter eggs
Land army, my clique can silence you
Ne-ne-ne-never underestimate the rapacity of your opponent
All the worst to you, look what we can do, do to him, we beat him up, 2-7-zer’ worst than the Hamas
Clique out there, cushy: we collect, we gather, we pull off, Kamas, Famas, kalash
Double-A AKA Orochimaru, 458 Italia kho’, if you want to end yourself under my wheels
Fuck the blues in da Subaru, big werewolf dick
Die, die, die quick
Without folding anything, I don’t tidy
Don’t ask why I came for, remember Holyfield
Me, when I pay bitch, it’s for the three orifices
I’m burning weed, I’m singing, too many gram per liter of blood
Watch the finition and the behavior of my ammunitions

[Chorus]
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I’m a bad boy like Diddy
I cut I pack and I sell, I cut I pack and I sell
I cut I pack and I sell, I’m a bad boy like Diddy
It’s my stuff that you take, It’s my stuff that you take
It’s my stuff that you take, I’m in every party, I’m in every head
It’s my stuff that you take, It’s my stuff that you take
It’s my stuff that you take, I’m in every party, I’m in every head

KAARIS – Je Bibi (English lyrics)

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