PNL – Lala (English lyrics)

Intro (NOS) :
Homie, I’m in my building
Money come and goes

1rst verse (NOS) :
A loyal fiend, no need for this girl’s loyalty
I blow the profits at la Madelaine and in the fridge
Unlike a brother, a friend is replacable, amigo
You won’t win against us, there won’t be no ex-aequo
Don’t worry, our business is under control QLF
Don’t know about money, quickly needs to, burnt from the profits
My enemies in the viewfinder, taste of my blood on the lips
I like making the victim stammer, I like it when the good rises
Look for money for the fam’, not for your bitche’s pussy
Glass of alcohol reminds me that I get angry when I drink
Son of a bandit, I saw I grew, liked the street
We’ll link up tomorrow, same hour, same misery, same price
In the mean time, I’m on the dope spot, thinking on my blood that is locked up in jail
I stop the money melts and I start back again from zero
And the trunk is fully loaded again, the sirens reminds me of it
This is for all those that are dying isolated, all those that are forgotten
This is for my zoo, I was born in Beibeil, Mowgli
We only smile at the good people’s mother and to the kids
Only the family in our eyes, QLF, I can die

Chorus x2
All my life
Only the fam’
All my life
Only the fam’

2nd verse (Ademo) :
Ok move it, come on, get the hell out of here
If she’s your wife then I won’t spoil your chances
Homie be careful, you died in the movie
I don’t even need to check your pulse anymore
I need sun, I’m frail like Sanka
I tell her ass “I don’t need any Redbull”
Na3a is calling me, wait homegirl
You want my weed or should I send you money orders
It stinks outside, those faggots are casting the evil eye on me
I’m not blowing up because I don’t have a tender voice
And the girlies, don’t even takl about it
I can’t find the right one, I see a ton a bitches
I’ve got the same swag, you know, I’m busted
Little bucket hat on the head, it’s hard to smile
I’m not partying, the heart is black
Wallah, I don’t even feel like joking
But I’m confident, you already know
I’m the most determined bastard
Meanwhile I’m at the hotel
I need feelings, you know me I’m crazy
My hands are dirty, there’s gonna be a problem, as always
When I do my ablutions I scare away the pipe
A lot of enemies, I dress in D&G
Fuck them, they won’t make me wear any vests
I’ve got a Cuban or Mexican style
Holà chica, adios mi amigo
I need to heal my heart, I need to fix my tooth
I’ll fuck them, bang bang à la Rico
They’re jealous of me I don’t care, I’m paranoid
Bebeto, Romario Zamorano
I giving them hooks, I take a free kick
They ask me “why?”, I answer “I don’t play ball anymore”
If only you could see the arabic bitch, a V6
I feel like playing, I feel like waiting on the sweety
Fuck the parlor and the 3rd serie
Keep your hunger, your arms pumped, the appetite

Bridge :
Lala, I won’t forget you
Papa, I’m downstairs
Baba, I’m going click bah

Chorus x2
All my life
Only the fam’
All my life
Only the fam’


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