SCH – Nino Brown (English lyrics)

1st verse :
A Blauer helmet, a black leather jacket, I’m a killer, like Nino Brown
Your bitch is asking you for your credit card, naked in your bathtub
I came, I saw, I killed, now I’m rapping in my bathrob
My cell phone is going “brr, brr”, I’ll call back later
I’m pulling bitches up in my Range Rover
I’m knee deep in the mob, I’ve got a mauve gun
I pay my bills, hater-green
I’m heading back to Saint-Paul, I’m going up the H, I’m entering the pearl
J’évite 15 coups (??), you know us well, homie
I’m not lying to you, like Jackie Brown
I bet a thousand euros bills that you’ll suck our dicks in order to win the finale
Heavy weight with demonic looking bodies and black eyes
The number starts with a “1” and finishes with a “9”
And they’re all below my pair of Thom Browne, I don’t hear them
I would be there too if I had the same soul as you
I would be there too if I had time for you, but I don’t have any
Uzi in the cupboard, we’ve been gram-ing for years
We’ve been killing for years, and I depend on it, oh

Bridge 1 :
Judging by the taste that I have, I’m doing the turn of the town in a black Audi
I’m smoking some Blue Haze
I’ll nail your hands, your feet down, in order to shut them up
I’m looking at the sky, I’m not concerned about their future, or their karma
I know that everything has a price around here

Bridge 2 :
I’m talking to the moon again, I can see your reflection in the water
(I’m talking to the moon again)
I’m talking to the moon again, I can see your reflection in the water
(I know that everything has a price around here)
You don’t look me in the eyes anymore, as if it was my fault
What do you know about my life, ever since you walked out of it ?
I’m talking to the stars in the rooftop, we’ll lack time
My friends that were locked up still haven’t got out

Chorus :
A Blauer helmet, a black leather jacket, I’m a killer, like Nino Brown
I came, I saw, I killed, now I’m rapping in my bathrob (eheh)
I’m pulling bitches up in my Range Rover
Some euros, ski masks and a lot of gloves
3 names in the folder, I’m doing like Jackie Brown
I smoked too much, I’m thinking on the people I killed again
Shirt wide opened, big chain, my neck is hurting
In my head it’s going “bang bang”, I’ll kill them later
I’m pulling bitches up in my Range Rover
Fuck you, I’m on top of the charts

2nd verse ;
I’m on a hit, you’re still hitting on that bitch
Deep down, not even she knows where my charm comes from
Même si j’suis l’adjoint en Juin (??)
I’m not lying to you like Homie Quan
I bet a thousand euros that you snort cut coke thinking that it’s pure
I bet a thousand euros that they won’t set a fucking foot out in the street
I bet a thousand euros that you’ll use my name in front of these creatures
I’m in James Brown’s world, they, I don’t understand them
I would be there too if I had the same debt as you, I would be there too if I had the same role as you
But I don’t have any
All of my projects give them dark ideas
At night, I told you that you had to believe in yourself in order to put a hole in them, oh

Bridge 1 :
Judging by the taste that I have, I’m doing the turn of the town in a black Range Rover
I’m smoking some Blue Haze
I’ll nail your hands, your feet down, in order to shut them up
I’m looking at the sky, I’m not concerned about their future, or their karma
I know that everything has a price around here

Bridge 2 :
I’m talking to the moon again, I can see your reflection in the water
(I’m talking to the moon again)
I’m talking to the moon again, I can see your reflection in the water
(I know that everything has a price around here)
You don’t look me in the eyes anymore, as if it was my fault
What do you know about my life, ever since you walked out of it ?
I’m talking to the stars in the rooftop, we’ll lack time
My friends that were locked up still haven’t got out

Chorus :
A Blauer helmet, a black leather jacket, I’m a killer, like Nino Brown
I came, I saw, I killed, now I’m rapping in my bathrob
I’m pulling bitches up in my Range Rover
Some euros, ski masks and a lot of gloves
You don’t look me in the eyes anymore, as if it was my fault
What do you know about my life, ever since you walked out of it ?
I’m talking to the stars in the rooftop, we’ll lack time
My friends that were locked up still haven’t got out
My friends that were locked up still haven’t got out
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, scélérat

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