English Translations - Booba - Petite Fille (English Translation)



[Unique verse]
Izi
My life but not my dream, that’s the only thing that you'll take away from me
There's only my little girl to run into my arms
If I ever sell my soul to you, I sell it to you in the condition that it’s in
Life is just a stopover, son of a bitch, fly away
Before you manage to cry for help, we’ll delete from you your honor
There's only my little girl to run into my arms
Sheep kebab, black tea, Jemaa el-Fna's place
There’s no string pulling, you’re black, pull out your Beretta
They are made against us so we break their laws
Conference on the snitches, all they did was talking shit behind your back
The doors are closed, this black cat will pass through the roofs
In France like in a pussy, the niggas are in a tight spot
If you ever make any kids, think on being there for them
Other than that, cum in their mama, think strongly mount Etna
Free all those bitches for me, hang their masters; by the crotch
It’s not the size of my dick, that’s the 9 millimiter, bang, bang, bang
You’re hot from head to toe, in reality, I stop at your pussy
Money doesn’t build happiness, happiness doesn’t put food on your plate
My life but not my dream, that’s the only thing that you can take away from me
My little girl is the only person who runs into my arms
I rap like Bruce Lee handles the knife
My pair of Stanislas will remain white
You’ll be a bastard no matter what you do, God didn’t give you any race
Boulbi and Miami Vice
I’m so far ahead, in the VIP, I’m not even comfortable
Reckless reputation, 800 square meters of living space
Bitch, dab with the devil, I’m Kopp Corleone Felipe
We shoot at each other, we don’t give jabs anymore, fucking mothers is the idea
When they think Africa, they think sun, I think on the niggers at Amistad
But living at your era is a wonderful thing, my little girl
It doesn’t matter if you’re Tony M, Manny will still fuck your sister
Coupé-décalé, Chechen, Ukrainian weapon, a diaeresis “U” on the chest
L.U.N.A, my little girl
From sitting down on a bench
Holding your little lady fingers in my hand
You make me believe that the Lord is great
I would go to jail for you, never over some kilograms
I have no love for any other woman
Fuck all those biatchs, I know that you’ll smoke more than one of them
Your laugh can separate the sea in two
Can paint over a Blood’s neighborhood in blue, you’re my moon, eh
Everything will go better tomorrow, better
Everything will go better tomorrow
Because I’m nothing without them, nothing
I’m nothing without them
I’m only here for them
Nothing else, the rest isn’t worth wile
I would give it all for him
My love will never turn into hate

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