MMZ – Plein (English lyrics)


Intro :
We’ve got things to say
We’ve got things to do

1st verse (Moha) :
I’ve got to invest, provide for my mother
Things to say, things to do
I’ve got rings under my eyes, rings under my eyes, rings under my eyes, rings under my eyes (I’ve got so much eye rings)
Let them talk, talk, talk, talk, (fucking hatred)
We’ve been through the struggle, the police custody, the police reports, the brawls, the finger prints, some of them got locked up
N’DA, N’DA, fucking Z, fucking world, fucking rap game
The level is high, so is my bag, the hat is Gucci
I’m in the boot, Ryuk is behind me, he’s digging the melody
Ohlalala, oh shit, we don’t give a fuck
Tell my enemies that I’m making money, and that I don’t fear taking blows
I’m in the A45, I brought all my cousins
She’s dreaming of being my Bulma, she’s crazy about me
It’s always everything for the gang
I’m doing a “Z” sign for the whole planet, I’m opening my soda can
Homie stop it, Chucky has the bike on 12 o’clock, the fender is scratching the ground
We’re full of worries, they’re full of vice
Beefing in our tracksuits, always in survival mode

Chorus :
We’ve got things to say, we’ve got things to do
We’re navigating between the bad and the good
When there’s beef, we’re full
Showcase, mic in hand, charger in the Philip Plein pants
We’ve got things to say, we’ve got things to do, oh la la la
I don’t listen to them, they’re talking shit, they’re full of “blabla”
Aren’t you ashamed ? You tell lies, you swear on la mama

2nd verse (Lazer) :
I can hear them talk chin’, chin’
We talk in numbers, numbers
Tey’re full of vice, full of blabla, they’re broke
You’re like a Glock that jams
homie, you’re useless
I brought out the expensive car, 6.3 litre
Flow mega off road
And on the dope spot, woulah, things are the same
The cops watch us, the ZR, with their binoculars
But homie, we don’t give a fuck
Gang of enemies, we don’t fear bullets
You’re acting crazy, we take things in, then we give the blows back
The road is long to do the turn of the earth
little sourou wants to be the prince of the projects
He’ll get himself his car, his castle, his princess
All his homies, dude, we’ll betray him, but hey
That’s life, Tony killed Manny
You know that I don’t give a fuck about being the mayor of the town
What I want, is to be on the sea coast
What I want, is to provide for my mother

Chorus :
We’ve got things to say, we’ve got things to do
We’re navigating between the bad and the good
When there’s beef, we’re full
Showcase, mic in hand, charger in the Philip Plein pants
We’ve got things to say, we’ve got things to do, oh la la la
I don’t listen to them, they’re talking shit, they’re full of “blabla”
Aren’t you ashamed ? You tell lies, you swear on la mama

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