Lacrim – La valise (English lyrics)

Intro :
Double X on the track, bitch!

1st verse :
We’re a threatened species
I’m about to make my mother cry one last time
On my back the bag is full of ammo
You’re doing la bise to your homie, that you consider as a brother
But he, he’s coming to track your car, by the guys from the other side
I got news from the other homie, he’ll soon be out
He sends kisses out to all of you, I know that all this won’t end well
I saw the other guys in the club, their palms were sweaty
Soon a cold shower, adequate sanction
They’re trying to walk in our foot steps, we’re everything that they’ll never have
They tell you that they don’t like us
They tell you that they don’t like us
Sons of bitches, we’re the kings
Oh no, 11.43, kills faster than what you would expect
We only believe what we see
It’s vampire blood that we’re drinking
Click, click, bang and we’ll see
I saw buff guys get smacked up like in Rocky
RS4, I’ve got the briefcase
Sheraton, my suite for the year, let’s see what is it that you wanted to talk to me about
I’m a four aces and you’re a valet
You should have, you should have sprayed him up
You should have, you should have sprayed him up

Bridge :
Eh homie, the monney
We hustle all year
They want to see you locked up
No more clients in the hallway
Yeah, we hustle all year
The person that will kill me isn’t born yet
It might be your grandson, that will smoke me in the alley, yeah

Chorus :
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, click
I’ll smoke you if you don’t give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase
I’ve done everything to receive some good
I don’t want anymore love but what’s in the briefcase
Give me the briefcase, all the gold in the world in my hands
I didn’t get what I wanted, so I’m taking everything, even if it kills me

2nd verse :
You dirty bastard, I fucked up all your favorite rappers
The car that I drive will smoke you on every gear
I spent some time in that fucking jail
I was a minor, I always had changes of heart
We went platinum with only one hand
The little bitches move out the way when I’m passing
At the table, I count money and I drink whine
I look at them as they collect 20 euro bills
You gotta have balls in life
You gotta have balls in life
You gotta have balls in life
“I’ve got kids you know, give me some more time to pay you, brother” I don’t give a fuck, you’re not my friend
I’ve been locked up for years
You wouldn’t imagine the scars that it caused me
The prosecutor cancels our prison visits in order to keep us far, far from our families
I’m doing la bise to my gun, I respect it because I had to
I can see us all at the palace, no longer dragging around all the wrongs that we used to
There’s liars, my arab, that show of on the cell phone
But when it’s “go” time, they back down

Chorus :
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, click, pah
Give me the briefcase, click
I’ll smoke you if you don’t give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase
Give me the briefcase, give me the briefcase
I’ve done everything to receive some good
I don’t want anymore love but what’s in the briefcase
Give me the briefcase, all the gold in the world in my hands
I didn’t get what I wanted, so I’m taking everything, even if it kills me