PLK – Emotif (English lyrics)

Intro :
The Danger, the Danger
Hey, le P le L (hé, il a mis son tag, hein), Booska-P, Émotif, gang, hey
Trust me

1 verse :
I come through like a 4-4-2 formation in 4X4, only Vodka, no Badoit
Yeah, son of a bitch, don’t talk bout me, if I want you to disappear I just have to snap my fingers
This is for Booska-P, we’re gonna fuck shit up
One track in an hour, you guys better know that we’re gonna make a killing
I dive into a Bolivian girl’s ass, I make her sing like The Weeknd
I’m posted up in the projects, the look out boy is waiting for the cops to come
Dark destiny, sad future, I see my reflection in my brother
Police record full affirmative, I mean mug and talk shit to the cops
I’m light back up my blunt, I light back up my blunt
Nah, I’m not acting crazy
It’s better for everyone, we don’t waste any time, and you get to keep your two knees
So, we gotta fill our pockets, pockets, for mama, I can’t screw up
I want her to drive around in a Porsche, on the beaches at Guadeloupe

Pre chorus :
She wants me to say “yes” at the city hall, mmh
The police officer is reading over all my charges to me, mmh
The fiend is asking me if I do any credits, mmh
If I ever have to perish it will be by the fire, mmh

Chorus :
She wants me to say “yes” at the city hall, I tell her “nan nan nan”
The police officer is reading over all my charges to me, I tell him “nan nan nan”
The fiend is asking me if I do any credits, I tell him “nan nan nan”
If I ever have to perish it will be by the fire, clic-clic ba-ba-bah

2nd verse :
Hey, I started this out as a passion, I’m known for fighting
I really look like my father : cold and hard like a real ice cube
I can sip you like a cold tea but only if you’re hot
No fake boobs or weave, your ass gotta look like a peach
I’m finishing my cigarette and I’ll fuck you hard, I swear, I swear,
I promise, I broke her ass
It’s written black on white in my damn police record, ok, son, Cala boca
A few phone calls, your career will be blocked
The cops respect their quotas : the little bitches or the guys that are buzzin
Not the good rappers, not the good trappers, not the good liars (not the good ones, good ones)
At every flow, you’re afraid, I’m precise, I’m a striker like Robinho
I take it easy, it’s for your own good, hey, cono, remember that
As soon as the money gets in my pocket, hop, the money gets back dirty (dirty, dirty, dirty)

Pre chorus :
She wants me to say “yes” at the city hall, mmh
The police officer is reading over all my charges to me, mmh
The fiend is asking me if I do any credits, mmh
If I ever have to perish it will be by the fire, mmh

Chorus :
She wants me to say “yes” at the city hall, I tell her “nan nan nan”
The police officer is reading over all my charges to me, I tell him “nan nan nan”
The fiend is asking me if I do any credits, I tell him “nan nan nan”
If I ever have to perish it will be by the fire, clic-clic ba-ba-bah