Niro – #BaWéMonAmi (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Paro, let them excite themselves until we spray them up
Don’t be fooled by snitches and apparances
Those who talk a lot never had any word
They love you when you’re dead, like Dj Medhi
I deserve my titles, full of truth I said
This isn’t comedy, I meditated
But who are you to judge, criticize, my ideas, my discs
I unbridled my vices, elucidated my tracks
I would have done better by avoiding feats and deliver my hits
But I kicked, I understood quickly that I’m not like them
When I saw them sucking dicks and dicks, I understood
The dices are tricked, the games are rigged
Moral of the story : I’m too bitter
Go get yourself fucked by Laurent Ruquier
Life gives you vapors, enough to halucinate
Most of these rappers lied to you
You got arrested at dawn, at the begining of the morning
You arrived in the newcomer’s cell at diner time
It’s fucked, It’s fucked, I’m light but I want to have money
Propose me money, I’ve got projects to lay
I dug, a pit, between me and the next generation
Bad student, don’t ask me about all the flaws that I have
Fuck queuing up at the interim’s offices
I’m fucked up, I’m busted
I know the credits and the end of the movie
Son of a worker, you wish to shine
You’ll end up getting yourself sprayed up like Jacques Mesrine
Expept that tommorow everyone will forget about you
You need money in order to calm me down, it helps
The rap game, I fucked it’s mother
I make heterosexual rap, all these faggots
Want to get sodomize, they all want to fuck each other
Homie, don’t think that them and me are the same
I master my thing, I’ve got all the parameters
Niro you’re annoying, we must no take you with us
Everywhere you guys go you fuck things up
Yeah, my friend

Chorus :
Yeah, my friend
Yeah, my friend
Yeah, my friend
Yeah, my friend
Yeah, my friend
Yeah, my friend
Yeah, my friend

1st bridge :
Don’t kiss me when I get out of jail
I’ll cut your cheek
I’ve got a pile of worries, dirty little bastard
It’s late at night that I put everything up to date
My bank account is demanding zeros
In other words, millions of euros
Is this hunger or gluttony ?
Is this Nourredine or N.I.R.O ?
Yea, my friend

2nd verse :
They weren’t hungry anymore, we’re going to take verything
Around here we learned everything in the suffering
Shoot penalties, and corners and free kicks
Jealousy will kill them all, may they die suffering
Jealousy will kill them all, may they die suffering
The faggots get lost, only the real guys stay
You owe me money you dick sucker
If I ever run into you at the cash distributor, I’ll run you over without hesitation
I was born in the headaches
I never dipped my nose in coke
You’re going to find your wack ass careers
Chopped up in eigth pieces in a garbage bag
Since I dropped “Vivastreet”, the bitches started upping their prices
You want to succeed ? Ok, congratulations
You’ve got a fat ass, you’re lacking the IQ, bitch
There’s those who support you only out of interest
Whether they’re good or not, I don’t want to see them anymore
They want to fuck you, come at your parties
They don’t bring you a damn thing, nothing but half-assed plans
Homie, what did you expect ? I saw them coming since the incubator
They all want ot share their hell but they keep their paradise to themselves
To each his route, fuck your mothers
Great men make great victories, bitch
Big bitches make big stories, bitch
I’m thinking on those who aren’t alive
And also the real ones who don’t envy us
No matter how much I sing “follow me”
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t follow us

2nd bridge :
I’ll cut your cheek
I’ve got a pile of worries, dirty little bastard
It’s late at night that I put everything up to date
My bank account is demanding zeros
In other words, millions of euros
Is this hunger or gluttony ?
Is this Nourredine or N.I.R.O ?
Yea, my friend

Chorus

Outro :
This is good, this is cassava