Niska ft. Sch – Mauvais payeur (English lyrics)

Intro (Niska) :
Puto..
Sch

Chorus (Sch & Niska) :
Yeah Charo, you can talk we’ll act, I’ve got large sums of money
Yeah charo, work in chinese, 30 000 on a cell phone
Yeah Charo, I’ve got some paper euros, indigo color
You’re losing, we’re players, talk to my guns
You died on the pillow, you should have avoided me
I’m on holiday, sleeping every day
They saw us pass, they preconized
You died on the pillow, you need reanimation

1rst verse (Niska) :
Forgive me I sell weed
The older guys in the projects taught us in the cave
Warn my lawyer, there’s Korozifu, there’s the S and the H
They smelled death, they called the rats
On the road to misery all they do is accelerate
Don’t act like like a big shot, we’ll break your kidneys
For all my Charos, for all my scélérats
That son of a bitch gave out names
The following night, we gave him a visit
No, sweet heart, I didn’t sell my soul
There’s crime around me, all I see is hash
I do showcases, I’m about to stick up the night clubs
After two or three years, I’ll head off for Brazzaville
She rather my dick, she doesn’t like when I finger fuck her
New toy, I’m your sex appeal
I’m in the thing
Hell yeah, gun in my pocket
Hell yeah we’ve got the dope
Hell yeah we’ve got the thing
Hell yeah we’ve got, we’ve got the thing
Hell yeah they’re full of shit
Hell yeah their asses stink
Hell yeah, fuck them
Hell yeah Mother Fuck
Hell Yeah, Mother Fuck
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Bridge (Sch) :
You should’ve paid, paid, paid, paid
Now you’re dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Chorus (Sch & Niska) :
Yeah Charo, you can talk we’ll act, I’ve got large sums of money
Yeah charo, work in chinese, 30 000 on a cell phone
Yeah Charo, I’ve got some paper euros, indigo color
You’re losing, we’re players, talk to my guns
You died on the pillow, you should have avoided me
I’m on holiday, sleeping every day
They saw us pass, they preconized
You died on the pillow, you need reanimation

2nd verse (Sch) :
We haven’t forgotten all your bitch ass hits
We don’t have amnesia
I pulled out my glock, the same model as the cops
It wasn’t a replica
Come suck my dick and my homie’s
They don’t handle alcohol well
We’re filling up the pits
I don’t give a shit if you came for the artist
What, did you have a good look at me ?
What do you want me to tell you ?
That we’re doing okay because there’s alcohol
Alright, everything’s okay
For a small price, we’re on our way to buy over your town
Bitch, but you won’t get nothing
You would’ve rather see me die
From an ice pic in the kidneys
We get the weed from Amsterdam, there’s more at Campagne-Lêvêque
I’ve got a 357 to test out, go ahead and make your pecs talk
Virulent kid, holding the gun while driving, I won’t give up
Pay what you owe, or I’ll put a bullet in you
Before I go have me a shawarma

Bridge (Sch) :
You should’ve paid, paid, paid, paid
Now you’re dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Chorus (Sch & Niska) :
Yeah Charo, you can talk we’ll act, I’ve got large sums of money
Yeah charo, work in chinese, 30 000 on a cell phone
Yeah Charo, I’ve got some paper euros, indigo color
You’re losing, we’re players, talk to my guns
You died on the pillow, you should have avoided me
I’m on holiday, sleeping every day
They saw us pass, they preconized
You died on the pillow, you need reanimation

3rd verse (Niska) :
I’ll go buy me a Porsche, the day that they die
There won’t be any collabos, homie, have you lost your mind
Everything for the victory, fuck defeat
Lost in the dounia, buy yourself a fishing rod
The little liars are narrators
No rapper is my friend
I didn’t come here to federate
I came here to fullfil the role of the vaccum cleaner
That’s life, Hasta le vista
They act tough, I ignore them
Be more realistic
The strongest guy in the world wears a Kippah
Skippa isn’t flippin
I won’t shoot, don’t run
And I think that she understood what’s going on
She sucks dicks but doesn’t smoke
She had a boob job, hein
She looks like a gold digger, hein
She loves money
I’ll fuck her under the shower at least once
Quand c’est Bellek à la réalisation (??)
The only thing missing is the realization
God blessed my plantations
Money is the fruit of passion

Bridge (Sch) :
You should’ve paid, paid, paid, paid
Now you’re dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Chorus (Sch & Niska) :
Yeah Charo, you can talk we’ll act, I’ve got large sums of money
Yeah charo, work in chinese, 30 000 on a cell phone
Yeah Charo, I’ve got some paper euros, indigo color
You’re losing, we’re players, talk to my guns
You died on the pillow, you should have avoided me
I’m on holiday, sleeping every day
They saw us pass, they preconized
You died on the pillow, you need reanimation