Vald – Désaccordé (English lyrics)

Intro :
Ah yeah (X5)

1st verse :
I’m not a writer, I’m more than just a simple minded person
I keep selling little bred buns here and there, I don’t have to call success, I know that it’s coming
They call me “V.A.L.D”, I breastfed this shitty ass rap game
I think that I’ll never stop, I slice the bar of hash up with a sword
A lot of filters, a lot of effects, your rhyme game is weak, no lyrics
No g-string, not even any ass, no peace, so there’s no war
If you’re not doing it, then I’ll do it, If you don’t know it, then I know it
As if I came straight out of Business school, a pair of sock over the metal detector
I’ve got the combos, the recipe, I promise, I won’t touch your little sister
I still like fucking you doggy style, I still secretly like you
Fuck, I’m big-hearted, I sniff the flowers of evil
I can still smell the drug’s scent, I avoid the morning glow
I know very well what I’m going up against, she told me ; “think of me if you find time”
I only see her once a year like the prime on Sidaction

Bridge :
I’m more than just a percentage, V.A, twice older than a twelve year of age whiski
I smoke ???
I’m the main dish, often greasy, you’re nothing but the taste or the snack
I need some sleep, I’m not lying to you, there’s only the blunt that manages to take us away

Chorus :
I’ve got a view on the building, I’m no longer sentimental
You saw me step out down stairs, my lungs damn near black
Ready to go fuck some mothers like every Monday morning, Sunday night
Don’t listen to my music, if you rather bump that cashier rap that doesn’t sell
Aah yeah (x5)
Ah yeah (x5)
I don’t give a fuck about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
Making quick tracks, I kept her g-string, yeah (x3)
I don’t give a fuck about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
Making quick tracks, I kept her g-string, yeah (x3)
Ah yeah (x6)
Ah yeah (x6)

2nd verse :
MQNT like a SCART cable, sullyvan spits that spiritual rap
I don’t roll blunts everyday anymore, it messes with my mind
Fuck all of you, I’m about to deliver myself, all this money, I deserved it
My record went gold, I have the pedigree, you’re pissed off, you’re expired
I can stop but I keep going on, for the turn up, I’m contributing
Subscribe, I’m re configuring, I’ll leave your pussy looking jam
Always some drama, when we’re just trying to have fun, we don’t live on the same longitude
Mashallah brother, you did long studies, if you’re ever in need, I have money
I arrive like a bullet, arm dealer, Poliakov, Rebull, Miranda
Don’t smoke that European hash, spit more bars make less Kizomba
Dirty bitch, we busted you, the rap game is saturated with bitches
I’m shining the light on the shitty assessment, for the next album I would like 600k

Chorus :
I’ve got a view on the building, I’m no longer sentimental
You saw me step out down stairs, my lungs damn near black
Ready to go fuck some mothers like every Monday morning, Sunday night
Don’t listen to my music, if you rather bump that cashier rap that doesn’t sell
Aah yeah (x5)
Ah yeah (x5)
I don’t give a fuck about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
Making quick tracks, I kept her g-string, yeah (x3)
I don’t give a fuck about losing my buzz, blowing up my buzz
Making quick tracks, I kept her g-string, yeah (x3)
Ah yeah (x6)
Ah yeah (x6)

Outro :
Ah Yeah (X)