LACRIM – JVLIVS (English lyrics)

Intro :
Yacine Beats
Bad bitch with an accent, I’m waking up from a good party
Transactions in the Golf 7, again another day that I’m alive, Thank you Lord
They wanna tie me up, yeah

1st verse :
I’m in my thirties, yeah homie, I’m still learning how to live
With a (??), you flew through the windshield
You know that I could become the mayor of my city if I wanted to
Put me aside a million stacks of ten thousands
Look at me you chump, I’m the ghost that haunts your dreams
Look at me you chump, I have a hell of an appetite
I’m gonna fuck them up real hard like Khabib at a party
We cut the coke in order to triple the profits this year
Yeah illegal trafficking, cops on motorbikes
You screw us over during the negotiations, we’ll smoke you like a cigarette
I’m like all those ghetto low lives and I swear on my mother’s head
I’m vicious, I can see them lurking around my dick, around my money

Bridge :
Brother, he deadass told you that he would wait for you, you know that he’s lying, yo
No one is innocent around here, plomo or money, this is blood money

Chorus :
We’re not done yet, there’s too much jealous people on my back
Because I have this, that, that, I’ve got leeches on my skin
We’re here, there, there, the girls tell us that we’re handsome
It goes rah rah rah, and then you hear the sound of the muffler
I’ve got jealous people on my back, I’ve got bitches on my back
I’ve got liars on my back, one lead shower and the noise of the muffler
Because I’ve got millions of euros, I’ve got jealous people on my back
I’ve got bitches on my back, I’ve got liars on my back

2nd verse :
Your blond girlfriend hasn’t called you back in six days
You’re out of money, you’re wondering if she dumped you
Twenty (??) that’s my ghetto’s net worth
In this rap game, I swear that the fucking dices are rigged
(??) we’re hot, the real guys got our backs
Chili foutre le corps (??), the drugs are at the port
T-Max, black helmet,  some sunshine for me to quit drinking
You know, living is better than believing, I’ll fuck me the hottest girl tonight, yeah yo
In this world of back stabbers put your heart in the freezer
No matter how much you suck my dick, I won’t give you my number (never), waow, waow
My name in a Walky-talky, waow waow, snitched on by a junkie (DZ)

Bridge :
Brother, he deadass told you that he would wait for you, you know that he’s lying, yo
No one is innocent around here, plomo or money, this is blood money

Chorus :
We’re not done yet, there’s too much jealous people on my back
Because I have this, that, that, I’ve got leeches on my skin
We’re here, there, there, the girls tell us that we’re handsome
It goes rah rah rah, and then you hear the sound of the muffler
I’ve got jealous people on my back, I’ve got bitches on my back
I’ve got liars on my back, one lead shower and the noise of the muffler
Because I’ve got millions of euros, I’ve got jealous people on my back
I’ve got bitches on my back, I’ve got liars on my back