SCH - Dix-Neuf (English lyrics) - The International Connect

Chorus :
I walk around with 10 000 euros in my pants
Letters lie, bitch, numbers don’t
I’m drinking from the bottle, I’m screaming : Mathafack
I fuck every week, my dick hurts
19 bullets in my Glock
Letters lie, bitch, numbers don’t
We know where you live
you disrespect, yeah, you’ll get smacked
Too many euro bills on the table (you dig)
Look at my bitch, her legs are open on the table (you dig)
I walk around with 10 000 euros in my pants
Letters lie, bitch, numbers don’t
I’m drinking from the bottle, I’m screaming : Mathafack
I fuck every week, my dick hurts

1rst verse :
TEC-9 under my K-way like REC 9
Guys, I came for your rectums (hehe)
I gave up on searching for a true brother (nah)
I’m pretty like a kilo from the Dominican Republic
We used to share boxes of 12 wings between the four us
You remember ? faggot !
10 years later I’m encrusting 12 grams of gold on my new ring
I would like to pay, l’poto me dis c’est binks (??)
I drive an au- I drive an automatic car
I’m handling the, I’m handling the semi automatic
I’m adding water, I’m in the kitchen whippin
I walk in the store and I buy, kid, we’ve done enough window shopping
I’m a little drunk, I’ll get her to undress in the hybrid car
I didn’t even slip my finger in yet, the leather seat is already full of vaginal lubrication
Yesterday there was a butchery, the sky is so gray
These days I live a little, the enemy is all sad because…

2nd verse
200 kilos in the trunk, I piss in the bottle
L’étaux sur des fronts (??), the ghetto is bugged
Khalil’s jail cell is packed like a hanout
I made a lot of money, 4 shows per week
Back where you’re from there’s more fear than harm
More fear than bullets
More bitches than real guys
Back where I’m from there’s more kilos than grams
Less fear than bullets
More goods than good enough
Tonight I counted, 30 000 in small blue euro bills
20 000 in brown, two years of salary for a cop (hehe)
I’m in the the middle, except that I’m 20 000 feet away from you
2 years of a salary in a week end (eh)
I keep 2 or three guns near my money
Yesterday all I had was my dick and my knife
My town took fire the day cars took fire with unanimated corpses tossed into them
So…given that the times are hot…and that everything has a price
I think it would be better if…

Chorus ;
I walk around with 10 000 euros in my pants
Letters lie, bitch, numbers don’t
I’m drinking from the bottle, I’m screming : Mathafack
I fuck every week, my dick hurts
19 bullets in my Glock
Letters lie, bitch, numbers don’t
We know where you live
you disrespect, yeah, you’ll get smacked
Too many euro bills on the table (you dig)
Look at my bitch, her legs are open on the table (you dig)
I walk around with 10 000 euros in my pants
Letters lie, bitch, numbers don’t
I’m drinking from the bottle, I’m screaming : Mathafack
I fuck every week, my dick hurts

Outro :
faggot, 19, S
(A.W.A mafia my nigga)
Scumbag
Matha-fack