YARO – Bucci Night ft. NINHO (English lyrics)

Intro :
Triple N beat, now you know
here, here

1st verse (Yaro) :
Her ass has the shape of my continent, bang, bang
Fleury, Bois-d’Arcy, the brothers who sold drugs, bang, bang
Silicone in her breast, milk isn’t the only thing that is in them, bang, bang
I’ll taze you if you refuse to get back, bang, bang
She wants the keys to the Buscemi, Bucci Night
I do business down stairs where I live, where I live
Pair of John Dalia, I don’t buy views, never ever
Come see it from close up, you’ll change your mind
You already know it, I have nothing but good shit, good shit
If you’re searching for your (??) it’s in the apartment, it’s in the apartment
This year, it’s a war
It’s either the record label or the detention house
I want 500 500-euro bills with plenty of zeros on the cheque
We’ll sign your contract in a fancy place
From 0 to 100 on the left lane, flashed by the radars
They’re fake like your man’s Gucci

Chorus (Ninho & Yaro) :
On the building, there’s the helicopter, helicopter
We’ll make you live the American dream, American
The material is greasy, my fingers are sticky, fingers are sticky
Traficanté like in Mexico, Mexico
On the building, there’s the helicopter, helicopter
We’ll make you live the American dream, American
The material is greasy, my fingers are sticky, fingers are sticky
Traficanté like in Mexico, Mexico

2nd verse (Ninho):
I used to be a look out boy on the watch, alligator sweat pants
Now I just filled the tank up and I’m hoping back in the GT
Tonight at the Casino, it’s paper that I’ll be tossing
I scratched up the rim, sorry baby I’m wasted
Versace, there’s the Médusa, Médusa
I’m sorry if I hurt them, hurt them
I’m sorry if I hurt them, hurt them
But it’s either those presidential boxes or the court house, court house
I’m on an island in Greece, feet kicked back
And the waitress is speaking English, I blew all the dough
Gloss and glitters, PP
I made my father proud
One or two ass whooping in order to open up my chakras

Chorus (Ninho & Yaro) :
On the building, there’s the helicopter, helicopter
We’ll make you live the American dream, American
The material is greasy, my fingers are sticky, fingers are sticky
Traficanté like in Mexico, Mexico
On the building, there’s the helicopter, helicopter
We’ll make you live the American dream, American
The material is greasy, my fingers are sticky, fingers are sticky
Traficanté like in Mexico, Mexico

Outro :
Bucci night,she likes thugs, she likes thugs, she likes thugs, she likes thugs
Bucci night, Bucci, Bucci, Bucci night, she likes thugs, she likes thugs
Bucci night, Bucci, Bucci, Bucci night, she likes thugs, she likes thugs
Oh, Bucci night
Ahah, Bucci night at the party, Bucci night here, Bucci night there, ahah, Yaro