LACRIM – Jacques Chirac (English lyrics + subtitles)

Chapo
Heisenberg, Heisenberg
Lacrim, R4

(Verse 1)
DZ, yes it’s precious, it’s behind me, I’m a mister
Of course I’m a man, I look at my father straight in both eyes
He sees the strength in them, the flame that shakes me
They’re frozen, motherfuckers, no two people like « El Tigre »
The substance, the shape and the way but we go around in circles about our principles After the winter, you waste your pay at Olivia Valere
Mountains of Grey Goose, I started selling twelves
I’ve got too many brothers, I don’t have any bride, if I’m in the « fer »(iron/ferrari), I’m in the V12
Early in the morning, the cock is erect, we fuck you up, we’re in a hurry The team, only lunatics, four T-MAXs, we burst in the hood, we make a drive by She is juicy, I give her a spanking, I’m gonna have sex with her to thank her We’re gonna give her good, there is no try, we fuck you same hour as your death There is nothing else to earn dirty money from, go under the duvet, I feel nervous This fucking France neglected us, at the slightest relation we feel agressed I’m not gonna lose myself, I have no time, make room for all these bastards Hijo puta, nunca toca mi plata

(Chorus)
Bro, I slept in solitary confinement, homies in detention order
Chase with the highway patrol, upshift in seventh, I light up a blunt There are businesses at the hood, T-MAX and assault rifles
I’m never late, no, we’re not liars
Go, the word makes the man
Make money, make money, don’t lie
Have to save money, to fill the fridge
Make money, make money, don’t lie
Have to save money, if you pull up in the Lambo
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Make money, make money, make money, buddy

(Verse 2)
For all members of my family, I hustle hard : got to assume all rents I stopped the time in my Audemars’ tourbillon, I drowned
Jail, it’s the record, suffered too much, fuck, it’s paying
I sleep in Milano’s sheets coming by boat, I’m in Sardinia
The escort is military, you don’t know, you should shut up
My daughter, she is 4, she is already landlord
Got to give a hand at youngsters who spit on laziness
Got to buy the S-Class, big shout out to Maes
The CYBL (Centre for Young Business Leaders) raises us, we meet again twenty years later
Our kids play football together, from where we come back, if they knew Life didn’t give us anything, motherfucker
We had to rob, trafficking in narcos

(Chorus)
Bro, I slept in solitary confinement, homies in detention order
Chase with the highway patrol, upshift in seventh, I light up a blunt There are businesses at the hood, T-MAX and assault rifles
I’m never late, no, we’re not liars
Go, the word makes the man
Make money, make money, don’t lie
Have to save money, to fill the fridge
Make money, make money, don’t lie
Have to save money, if you pull up in the Lambo
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Make money, make money, make money, buddy
Go, the word makes the man

LACRIM – Jack’s Music (English lyrics)

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