Mister You – Touche pas à mon biff (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Hasta la muerte
We’ve been through the best and the worst
We’ll make it out, solo in order to build an empire
Now what did I want to say ?
There’s dope in the car trunk
We don’t bark, (??), we shoot
I descend from the Rif, I don’t descend from the Ape
And still I’m khfif
I have money to make
For that I have to smuggle the merchandise
Samantha, Bogota, Véronique, Point-à-Pitre, nothing but kilos
Adeline, Medellín, hanane,Paname, Dominique, Pierrefitte, han

Chorus :
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no
Touch my money and I’ll light your ass up you son of a bitch
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no

2nd verse :
One box, then 2 then 3 then 4
I need me a speed boat now, not just a jetski
Under the influence of Jack, Dom Pu, Chivas, Toucas
May all those sons of bitches go fuck their mothers
We smoke hash and weed
We grew up in the misery
No one helps you when you’re strugling
People even wish to see you dead

Vida loca,vida vida loca
Fuck the cops that came to raid the cave
They took the drugs, they took the merchandise
Those sons of bitches drive me crazy
No Krav-maga, I have my loaded pochka in order to calm your homies down
Yougataga, you already know, yougataga

Chorus :
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no
Touch my money and I’ll light your ass up you son of a bitch
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no

3rd verse :
I’m high my thoughts are evil
Pedal to the medal, I’m accelerating in a sports car
I have the potion, I’m gonna slang it at the (??), blacker than the weed
Caviar, Salmon and foie gras will replace the french fries, we dream of becoming milionaires
We smoke good hash, some fucking ganja
In order to calm our nerves
The dough, the money, the cake
We do crazy things to make some
I even almost died sometimes
Eh homie, you can knock it off, I already did everything that I had to do, I don’t have anything more to prove

Chorus :
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no
Touch my money and I’ll light your ass up you son of a bitch
Touching my money, no no no no
You better not touch my money, no no

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