ASHAFAR - Ta mère ft RIFFI (English lyrics)

Verse1]
I’m almost at the jackpot
Only fake friends
Say those fags, “Do your mask off” (Mask off)
My bitches latina as J. Lo (J. Lo)
I’m rough so I pull on her dreads, damn hot
Really, I don’t know those types
And they see me on the Gram, but they don’t see the money (Nique ta mere)
Made a ton on a tape, and I share it with the rest
brother, everyone eats
Be a soldier, ask the neighborhood, young, everyone knows
When Asha goes out, almost everyone spaced
What are you doing? No sleep, almost everyone grows (Grows)
But don’t tell a bitch that not everyone (?) (Nah, nah)
Bartender, fill my glass with Ciroc
Now we have Roley’s, but I’m from G-Shocks
Bring your G’s and I’ll see those G’s
Set-up with Kalashnikovs
Be relaxed, take it easy
We live from this, you still live from weed
For your shows, don’t ask me, but E.T
Those two fists go straight through your (?)
You don’t have to wear a strap
If you have something you have to load the trigger
I know broke boys who still pull and load
You want to spend, you stack later
I came for money, not respect or value
I know few chickies with respect and value
My blood is boiling, baby, look my veins (Look)
He has no mother and he has no father
You’re not going to be anything, what the master said
But I told him, “Asha has a master plan”
His oldest daughter is a fan of mine
So I explain what a master can do, ey, ey
Put your hands before your eyes
Know guys with money who are now stranded at the bottom
I don’t know you, but I have heard of it
I have dough, I have many Ability
And almost everything is lied
They claim real shit, almost everything is cheated, I demolished them
Inexperienced, so I coach
With that deal for 1 mil we will toast
Asha

[Chorus]
Nique ta mere
Baby, space a bit
But you don’t have to stick with my boys
Nique ta mere
You see, we blow paper
But I come from suffering with a lot of hunger
Nique ta mere
Keep your distance from me, because we got you through
So I say them
Nique ta mere
I’m on my dough, always on the road
Say the Frenchman
Nique ta mere

[Riffi]
I-I-I’m with Asha
We can’t use a Natasha here
Book me, i come for two backs, just like Kappa
I see them talking now, just like a fucking (?)
(?) compare with your jacka
They have to be careful because I am not their size
Walking in my shoes, it wants to fit but it doesn’t work
Nothing else for that whole picture, I don’t need that record
I heard nothing and saw nothing, you know, I don’t talk
Beat from Harun, I can’t even do my hair
(?) stuck to my head, you want to do her
We are busy, I see, you give her money
Enough fishes in the sea, she knows, I have the harpoon
Ey, jealousy, don’t come we my way
Set the beat and we spacing on the highway
(?) is perhaps the reason I was happy
In the meantime, you do the things I did in May