Kalash - Koussi Koussa ft Niska (English lyrics)

Intro (Kalash, Niska) :
Ouh, ouh
Ouh, ouh
Pyroman
Straight
Gla gla gla

Chorus (Kalash) :
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh (pway pway pway)
I’m calling the shots, I have all the vultures dancing (nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt)
The tide turns, yeah, everyone will get their turn (to each his turn)
I wasn’t lucky, no, I was just dope (ouuh ouuh)
Their albums, to me were “koussi koussa” (total flop)
Thrown out from the helicopter like Alex Sosa (brrr ouhh ouhhh)
Bring the helicopter, I fuck them in broad day light (at day, at day)
I switched off my cell phone, I’m taking orders on the dope spot (braa)

1st verse (Kalash) :
Nowadays they all want to make love to me (have sex)
I have a verse to lay on a beat, no pun intended
Business men and thugs surrounding them
And at every hit, I’ll go back for a spin
I’m in the club, I’m having soda, Jack Daniel and Coca
I only smoke “cuca”, never “coca”
Ram raid vehicle, easy on the pedal (hey hey)
Hands in the sink, all work is valuable

Chorus (Kalash) :
Nigga Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh (pway pway pway)
I’m calling the shots, I have all the vultures dancing (nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt, nothing but dirt)
The tide turns, yeah, everyone will get their turn (to each his turn)
I wasn’t lucky, no, I was just dope (ouuh ouuh)
Their albums, to me were “koussi koussa” (total flop)
Thrown out from the helicopter like Alex Sosa (brrr ouhh ouhhh)
Bring the helicopter, I fuck them in broad day light (at day, at day)
I switched off my cell phone, I’m taking orders on the dope spot (braa)

2nd verse (Niska) :
She’s acting like she never heard of Charo
When I fuck her, she hums my melodies
Posted up at the Fouquet’s restaurant with my Qataris, we’re doing business, I’m enlarging my panoply
Ô Maria, Dí Maria, I’ll be in police custody on the day of our wedding (nothing but dirt)
Get away from me you ugly girl, I ran out from the hotel room when I saw you without make up (ouuhh)
Homie, this is your boy Zifu, violent like in Essonne (baw)
“How am I going to make money ?”, that’s the way put myself into question (baw)
Back where you’re from you sold drugs (baw), back where you’re from you robbed (baw), back where you’re from you gave blows (baw), but over here you’re no one (baw)
I don’t give a fuck about the revenues, let’s talk money, talk to me about the profits
I do concerts, I do the turn of the world, I sleep in hotels
And my wife keeps complaining
They’ll say that the night brings good counsels
So does my accountant, wallay billay
In order to fuck the game up, I smoked blunt after blunt, and I mastered the sylables
Powerful sports car, you know what’s in the trunk, tomorrow I’ll supply the whole ghetto
You fucking clowns, don’t try to act like bandits, I’m the one that is fucking the rap game blindfolded, fuck you

3rd verse (Kalash) :
They want to sucka me, all these motherfuckers (gla gla gla)
I do very few collabs’, I’m the local jerk
Baby, you want to fucka, the Mwaka is in front (pway pway pway)
Hold on, I’m smoking a hookah with my lawyer
They leaked some tracks, a featuring with K.L.H
Have some balls, don’t make up any false excuses
Not guilty, we can diss these thugs ???
Be careful faggot, shotgun around the corner (ouh ouuh)
I’ve got the keys to the city, strange scenario
Mister Mayor is my friend, I have lunch with Dario
Started out from nothing with my amigos, always with my loved ones, hasta luego to you

Outro :
I’m down for anything, baby, let’s go to the car
This Range Rover is large enough
I’m heading off to the moon, help me Jehova
Earth was in danger, yet he saved her