paroles de chanson Bella latina - French The Kid

Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères, on est différents et c′est bon ça
Qu'on s′en bat les c' de la jalousie
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères, on est différents et c'est bon ça
Qu′on s′en bat les c' de la jalousie

Friday nights smoke a lot like cholo
So much white on my seat, call me Chapo
Me llamo Billy, mi hermano
Con il mio mase nel cubano

Americano, whip up the bando
Bella latina danser le tango
Americano, whip up the bando
Bella latina danser le tango, yeah

Flying into lane in my ′Rari
Shawty, that's a nice bitch and her car key
She federally in my black Maserati
Sherlock go get, you′re more like Moriarty

I am the king of the Neverland
Peter Pan cannot roll with another gang
Rubber bands, I got flow man
I love my gorrilas in tutes
I got loads, fuck orangutans

Kick in the door
Get on the floor
Back out my ting if you really want more
Hammer in my hand, got power like Thor
Fuck with a knock, dem man don't want war

Kick in the door
Get on the floor
Back out my ting if you really want more
Big Hammer in my hand, got power like Thor
Hammer in my hand got power like

Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir
Comment je te tiens tête sur le boulevard (boulevard)
Bella latina qui danse avec ma best qui fait que ma team
On nous connaît, yah
Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir
Comment je te tiens tête sur le boulevard (boulevard)
Bella latina, yah
Bella, bella, bella

Like fee, fi, fo, fum
See your Not′ boy, you know that they run
Federally known, I ride 'til I'm done
So they banned me from every club in London
I got drugs and gypsies, bro, you′ll get bun
Smoke if you try, like smoke in my lungs, yeah

I′m that white but I don't take shit from no one
′Cause I smoke the sativa, bella latina
Sittin' on my lap, babe, roll up the Reefa
Beefa, I know some serious creatures
Preacher, just please tell God I′m a leader

Un, deux, trois, quatre
Tu voulais la guerre, en fait tu voulais qu'on s′batte
T'connais la team, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
C'est le bruit de mon gun dans ta tête, on attaque

Like run a man down in my Air Force One′s
My brudda, I′ll run a man down in my Prada's
I got gypsy ties and them Turkish ones
I suggest your mandem run faster

Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy who?
Send a couple transit vans to your madre′s gaff
Bella, I don't have a clue

Like what, woah, I don′t really know
Billy make a million, he really gonna blow
Go with the flow
It's so cold down the low
′Til I rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat, roll with my bros

Like, lift the ting up, go bow
And I care about dem man, I don't care how
Rolling through the city, be smoking that loud
Smoking that green, they down wrong for time

I will fight anyone, anywhere, any place
Never really cared about race
Yeah, I got that strong Irish blood up in my face
So anyone that want try me will get paced, get traced

Traced, straight to the dirt
Big man try beef my team, you'll get hurt
Gypsy boys, Turkish ones, Nigerians that will curse your lungs
I got an English don and he burst that gun
French boy travellers who do dirt for fun, yeah
French boy travellers who do dirt for fun

Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères, on est différents et c′est bon ça
Qu′on s'en bat les c′ de la jalousie
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères, on est différents et c'est bon ça
Qu′on s'en bat les c′ de la jalousie