Booba - RST (English Translation) lyrics

[Booba - RST/ English Translation]

[Intro]
We’ll go anywhere you want
When I won’t have better sh*t to do
We’ll go anywhere you want

[1st verse]
A reek of roll call to the stretcher, matter of fact, what’s the deal?
If we beef, you’ gonna have to consider the AK-47
A king without crown, that’s better than a headless king
Don’t get it confused: that's A.L.I, the 667
We’re no longer humans, we flirt on the net
No shopping, I f*cked her, she had nothing to wear
My arm is stretched out, waiting for widow, yoyo through the window
Sometimes, I would like to cause them all the harm they wish on us
“Crime doesn’t pay”, I was told, I sold drugs right under cops' nose
I only have two people in life, the rest, is nothing but scenery
I’m only available after midnight, you’re very pretty
But there won’t be no breakfast in bed, just so you know

[Chorus]
I do not pray but I don’t forget to say “Hamdoullah” when I slip through the net
We’ll go anywhere you want
When I won’t have better sh*t to do
9 millimeter at the end of my arm if you get in my way
Colombian Pasta in her pus*y, Louis Vuitton in the hold
I do not pray but I don’t forget to say “Hamdoullah” when I slip through the net
We’ll go anywhere you want
When I won’t have better sh*t to do
9 millimeter at the end of my arm if you get in my way
Colombian Pasta in her pus*y, Louis Vuitton in the hold
[2nd verse]
She asked me: “What’s your Snapchat ?” to send her pus*y
I’m too old for Snapchat, send it on my Whatsapp
Tokarev loaded, I look left and right like a suricate
Before the show, Jack Daniel’s straight from the bottle, no stage fright
They did too many squats, not one I look in the eyes
Why is it always a n*gga in the landing gear?
I’m into penthouses, last floor type sh*t
She wants my heart, my inheritance without doing any housework
You’re succulent so get peeled, Uber do not open you the door
So me neither, you can talk, you ain't the only popular person
Trust me, the dream life, is way overrated
She really thinks she’s hot, the b*tch is messing with us

[Chorus]
I do not pray but I don’t forget to say “Hamdoullah” when I slip through the net
We’ll go anywhere you want
When I won’t have better sh*t to do
9 millimeter at the end of my arm if you get in my way
Colombian Pasta in her pus*y, Louis Vuitton in the hold
I do not pray but I don’t forget to say “Hamdoullah” when I slip through the net
We’ll go anywhere you want
When I won’t have better sh*t to do
9 millimeter at the end of my arm if you get in my way
Colombian Pasta in her pus*y, Louis Vuitton in the hold
[Outro]
Apparently Hell is on earth, if that’s the case, I’ll take it
Ring on my pinky, not the ring finger I ain't got time