Etho (English Lyrics) lyrics

Etho, ah ya ya
The sky
I'm glow
Digi, Digi
Is this TheHashClique ?

Why all these f*cking people talk to me about their problems, yo?
I’m in the f*cking djinni with the same tune, yo
You can find me in the city with my f*cking gang, yo
You can bump into me in a city, with a f*cking hot chick
Go f*ck yourself guys, I’m not like you
Impossible to be disappointed cause my heart has no more love bro
All of this seems complicated when I hear you talking, bro
Everything can quickly collapse because of a small pill bro
Why doing the thug n*gga, I use the vowels
I wanna make a mountain of bills to pay trips
I’m too often high to tell you tales
With my n*ggas with no money we did gold diggers
I know Lord, I know Lord, you got a plan for us, yeah
I’m completely high, I have a knot in the stomach
I remember when I was playing football at Porte de la Chapelle, yo
I was already seeing myself first-team player in a f*cking club, yo
Sometimes I’m so much high that I don’t know if I sleep, yo
If I don’t wake up, n*gga smoke a mega jonko

The vanity is present in the djinni
I’m coming to save my gadji, my Loïs Lane
I’m at the base with S.Bi’ and I’m tripping
A snitch that hangs out in the ghetto, I call it a sucker
I am wearing white, like Jobs
This hoe puts cocaine in her Marc Jacobs
Me my n*gga, I still do lean, f*ck the cops
Me my n*gga, succeed or die do them both
Me my n*gga, all day long we dodging the cops
Oh my n*gga, codeine and pushing in bash
Oh my n*gga, I don’t give a sh*t if you bluff
Oh my n*gga, with Mikey in the Digi, eh
Oh my n*gga, with S.B in the Digi, eh
Oh my n*gga, with Mala in the Digi, eh
All my n*ggas make the mala, show their Uzi, eh
All my n*ggas make the mala and show their Uzi, eh
Young emo Digi, why so much hate?
God gave me life, he gave me Gabriel
Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do with all that cash?
I’m probably gonna help orphans and f*ck an old lady
Yeah my n*gga so much high at the block
Yeah my n*gga I’m not sorry to be there, eh
Lots of people have desires to suicide themselves
My Margiela and my Gucci are gonna kill you
Retro Digi in your pus*y clic is destined for
Make some drill in cate, they make pus*y rap
Make a deal in violet, make a jeans tailor-made, hein
I believe her pus*y is violet, I don’t believe it’s a dye, hein
I gotta embrace my skeleton, I gotta be a big name, hein
Me, I am Retro Digi Gianni Tarantini, hey