Testo Morocco - Gato feat. Booba
Testo della canzone Morocco (Gato feat. Booba), tratta dall'album Diego Soda
(MA2S Prod, ah-ah, oh-oh)
Tu crois qu'on a l'temps ou quoi?
I.Z.I
T'impressionneras pas Daenerys avec dragon de Komodo
Rafale en plein barbecue, pas l'temps d'retourner l'tournedos
Baisser les bras au combat final, jamais, oh no, no, no
Des fois, la formation passe mal, j'ai l'semi-auto dans l'auto
Génération Ill, impacts de balles forment mon logo
Tu t'es réveillé en enfer, t'es mort pendant qu'tu faisais dodo
Si j'lui offre trop de sacs Chanel, cette chienne m'appellera: "Mon coco"
Bannir l'nom "Mohamed", c'est insulter tout l'Morocco
Starting from trafic to cash enough for life
I never give up, keep my dreams alive
I know some haters, they want me to die
But it's all good though, cause they not gonna sly
I know the shorty that come with the bread
Now I get head without asking for head
She say I'm cute but I used to be "laid"
Sal lajan, now they callin' me "belle"
Bitch I got it, come and get it
Don't just lick it, get up on it
Sal-exclusive, white explosives
Pour some liquor, light the swisher
For young Haitians in a Chevy
With dreams to get bigger paper
For young Haitians rollin daddy
With sticks searching for the caper
The money, the coke and the gang (Oh-oh)
She fuck and she sucking for fame
And I love it, and I'm willing to pay just to fuck her brain
You know they say that cash is king
She told me I can do my thing
I dropped her ass off to the hood
So the homies can do their thing (Bitch)
T'impressionneras pas Daenerys avec dragon de Komodo (No)
Rafale en plein barbecue, pas l'temps d'retourner l'tournedos ('nedos)
Baisser les bras au combat final, jamais, oh no, no, no (No, no, no)
Des fois, la formation passe mal, j'ai l'semi-auto dans l'auto
Génération Ill, impacts de balles forment mon logo
Tu t'es réveillé en enfer, t'es mort pendant qu'tu faisais dodo
Si j'lui offre trop de sacs Chanel, cette chienne m'appellera: "Mon coco"
Bannir l'nom "Mohamed", c'est insulter tout l'Morocco (Drags)
Bitch, I was in the streets with a green card, thuggin' you
Think I give a fuck about the cops? If they watchin'?
They gon' do their job, I'm gon' do mine
They gon' need a warrant, to come inside
I'm gon' get ghost, take a trip to Morocco
Lay low for six months then come back with more dope
New name, new block, with a new ZIP code
New house, new car, with a new freak hoe
I'm a gangsta and I don't love her
Thought I told you on my last song
She keep callin' my phone
I'm not gonna pick up for that bouzin
I'm a pirate on a mission, ready to kill the competition
I'm a bastard with a MAC
We could not get him, we whacked his cousin
These niggas be stealin' my slang
They claimin' they Sal, when they're not
Stupid bitch runnin' her mouth until I fed it up with white
This little nigga actin' hard, they claimin' Sal, they claimin' Wa
But when he died, there was only his momma cryin' by his side
T'impressionneras pas Daenerys avec dragon de Komodo
Rafale en plein barbecue, pas l'temps d'retourner l'tournedos
Baisser les bras au combat final, jamais, oh no, no, no
Des fois, la formation passe mal, j'ai l'semi-auto dans l'auto
Génération Ill, impacts de balles forment mon logo
Tu t'es réveillé en enfer, t'es mort pendant qu'tu faisais dodo
Si j'lui offre trop de sacs Chanel, cette chienne m'appellera: "Mon coco"
Bannir l'nom "Mohamed", c'est insulter tout l'Morocco
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Toussaint, Booba, Sylvain Montmasson
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