Sch – Poupée Russe (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Yesterday I offered you a glass, I wanted to fuck your wife, yeah
I’ve got two Nike socks to enter in your house
Thank you, thank you, I parked the Mercedes right in front of the tiercé
Tommorow I’ve got a show at Bercy
I know the pimp and the whore, the snitch’s killer, 1-3 we kill for free
Oh, plata, plata, plata, I stack them up nicely, wrecked, I’m smiling, drunk
If you don’t have any mother, we’ll tie up your auntie
J’ai regardé la face, le revers était très laid (??)
Don’t frown, my friend, we just came back from LA
Whisky, jet-lag, check out the tan lines
Little whore is sucking me, sucking me, there’s ten guys in me like a Russian doll
I’ve got the physical and logistic means, two Glocks hanging from my straps
I’m putting my Benelli in the vise, I’m sawing it off in order to stab you guys from a little closer
36 million friends that turned against me, we would be tenants had we kept them
I’m sweating, I don’t sleep well, my blood is bubbling, I’m thinking on the worst
They’re conspiring, that’s normal, I’ve got 3 platinum albums, that pisses them off
I’ll feed myself, off their hatred, in order to survive
I’ll die, standing, I’m not kidding

Chorus :
I did my thing, we’re the scumbags
One weapon, a 3/4 length Hugo Boss jacket (2Pac)
I’m where it’s shooting
There’s nothing faker than a smile, there’s nothing realer than a homicide
Life is a villa, two kids, or ten whores in an expensive car
It’s all about getting there on time, I’m never late (never)
It takes only one woman to ruin a man (his heart)
For you, I’ve got two (chargers)
I used to dream about a lot of money in bags (all black)
Today we’ve got everything (even more)
I can see betrayal in your eyes (I see it), I don’t have the slightest doubt (that’s for sure)

2nd verse :
Start the van, I’m hungry, prepare the barbecue
From out of your mouth, other people’s words, we’re on top, you’re just a fucking puppet
I like asses, I leave women pass in front
You keep giving your ass up, you’re the scam of the century
I like the leather that is in the cockpit, the dashboard, the creamy café colored seat
In the subaway, there’s two or tree vandals, they’re going to spray the word “homicide”
Being that one man’s death is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic
My girl is wearing make-up, my car too, I know that there’s no problem
You’re not down for action, you’re believing everything that your pussy told you, you got soft
I’m pueblo like FO CGT during a strike in spring, nowadays it’s the money from the company that pays for our summer vacations (Mathafack)
All the blocks, all the dope spots, Glock on the R1, on the RR
It’s been 2 years, I’m giving them nothing but the middle finger, I’m coming out of the car, easy with the car door

Chorus :
I did my thing, we’re the scumbags
One weapon, a 3/4 length Hugo Boss jacket (2Pac)
I’m where it’s shooting
There’s nothing faker than a smile, there’s nothing realer than a homicide
Life is a villa, two kids, or ten whores in an expensive car
It’s all about getting there on time, I’m never late (never)
It takes only one woman to ruin a man (his heart)
For you, I’ve got two (chargers)
I used to dream about a lot of money in bags (all black)
Today we’ve got everything (even more)
I can see betrayal in your eyes (I see it), I don’t have the slightest doubt (that’s for sure)
It’s all about getting there on time, I’m never late (never)
It takes only one wome to ruin a man (his heart)
For you, I’ve got two (chargers)
I used to dream about a lot of money in bags (all black)
Today we’ve got everything (even more)
I can see betrayal in your eyes (I see it), I don’t have the slightest doubt (that’s for sure)

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