LACRIM – Booska R4 (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Homie, you already know the force, I’m back at it again, it’s the lil’ fella from the 94
I haven’t been to France, since last year because I was down at Marbella, the cops tracked down my suitcase
I gotta admit they fucked me over, they sent the lady at the airplane’s door to take my briefcase with malice
Guys who I did la bise to called the O.C.T.R.I.S on me, believe me, brother, it took me months for me to realize
I changed my vision of seeing things, you gotta expand your territory, god damnit, or else what’s the point of making money ?
I’m on Avenue des Champs Elysées, it’s 2 AM on the dot, S-class, I’m taking a toke of Candy Kush
I’m thinking back on my enemies, I’m taking stock of the situation : I think that I’ll have to blow the spot up
And don’t worry, I know that they’ve got friends (friends), well that’s good, because I’ve got mines
I’m gonna stop making music soon from now, I’m thinking on it
I swear on my daughter’s head, in my lyrics, there’s no lies
I’ve decided to eat, to stack money over seas
And being that life is a test, settling down, getting revenge

Chorus :
For a little salary (paw paw), a week on the sea coast (paw paw)
We tear each other up when things mess up, there’s bitter consequences
No more G-strings, no more walking around naked, I think I’m gonna fuck him up
I left because I got tired of all your lies, tons of hypocrisy hidden behind your “salam”
You know, my homie, it’s before the danger that you have to be alarmed, a team of jackals is worth better than a false alarm

2nd verse :
A lot of them sucked dicks under the table, I’m not here to prove to myslef that I’m capable
We’re self made, you can feel the confidence, thank you my borthers and you guys are worth more than a bullet proof vest
Everyone dreams of getting away and buying up everything, even a castle
The scarf hides our face, there’s a second charger under my hat
I’m singing under the shower, the sons of bitches pussies are moist bacause they know that my friends are from the same region as El Chapo
My brother, you know I’ve got good connexions everywhere (hello, hello, hello, hello), I’m missing the one with the Mecca
I need to come back to my senses, to settle down at home and most importantly, I need to stop acting tough
The engins are dangerous, and I’m not a good example
One angel that is mad at me and I could burn in the gasoline
I’ve got the devil in my feet, I’m avoiding him like my shadow
People are ready to ride for me but they don’t know how many

Chorus :
For a little salary (paw paw), a week on the sea coast (paw paw)
We tear each other up when things mess up, there’s bitter consequences
No more G-strings, no more walking around naked, I think I’m gonna fuck him up
I left because I got tired of all your lies, tons of hypocrisy hidden behind your “salam”
You know, my homie, it’s before the danger that you have to be alarmed, a team of jackals is worth better than a false alarm

Outro :
For a little salary, a week on the sea coast
We tear each other up when things mess up, there’s bitter consequences
No more G-strings, no more walking around naked, I think I’m gonna fuck him up
For a little salary, a week on the sea coast
We tear each other up when things mess up, there’s bitter consequences
No more G-strings, no more walking around naked, I think I’m gonna fuck him up

LACRIM – Booska R4 (English lyrics)