Booba - 113 ft. Damso (English Translation) lyrics

[Intro : Booba]
We got the klawi juice
Oh, oh, oh
There ain't a lot that make a milli', you neither
Give them what they want, they won't come back
You cook, you don't sell sh*t, you got no klawi juice

[Chorus : Booba]
Zehma you cook, you don't sell sh*t, you got no klawi juice
We arrive with 113 on you (bang) just like at Camille Groult

[Verse 1 : Booba]
To f*ck b*tches, it's straight ahead n*gga, there ain't a thousand ways
I never thought that they were hot
They never made me doubt
I'm 92i, got out the hall, graduated from the best firms
I always got the bad role but I only play thе best movies
Pirates, piratеs, pirates, know what I don't reveal
I rather not sleep, imagine if I don't wake up
I'll give you a bumper punch
You'll take the bull by his horns
My Lambo' got so much horsepower
Just with the first gear I faint
Twenty racecourses under the car hood
The competition is uglier than ever
The competition is uglier than ever
I tap dance during a hold up
[Chorus : Booba]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Zehma you cook, you don't sell sh*t, you got no klawi juice
We arrive with 113 on you (bang) just like at Camille Groult

[Verse 2 : Damso]
Leave a little baggy in your slim
Bro, you say she hot, I say she minor, ouch ouch ouch
If I was in the Fugees, I'd have already f*cked Lauryn Hill
Uncomfortable like a sl*t's boobs breastfeeding between two clients
Duc bottle on these motherf*ckers, it's starting well
You rap in the hood in vain, you got no flow so you play the OG
Pure b*tch, I wanna f*ck you, discreetly, suddenly, quick
I'm hard, move on my glans, I come inside
Slide my glans on your tits, no pressure, without reason in the madness of desire, no more weed
I smoke the whole alone, walk on the block, rap without def'
Damso, Dems, that's my name
High on a jazz trumpet, she crushes my fragile heart with rage
Middle finger high up, no comment, she turned her back, I went my way
You mention the streets, but the streets don't know you, I f*cked you, I left you, I don't even know you anymore
De-De-De-Dems
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus : Booba]
Zehma you cook, you don't sell sh*t, you got no klawi juice
We arrive with 113 on you (bang) just like at Camille Groult
[Outro : Booba]
To f*ck b*tches, it's straight ahead n*gga, there ain't a thousand ways
I never thought that they were flaming hot
They never made me doubt
I'm 92i, got out the hall, graduated from the best firms
I always got the bad role but I only play the best movies...