Paroles et traduction Michael Brun feat. GuiltyBeatz, Mr Eazi, Dj Bullet, J Perry & Dro - Akwaaba Ayiti

Akwaaba Ayiti

Lemme gotta get it, Akwaaba!

Sak gen la! Sak gen la!
Mezanimi san pral gen la
Mwe yan belti madmwazèl
Li dim li re le Pamela
Pamela! Pamela!
J'aime ton conportement, Pamela
Cheri, mapre sye jan w mache
E mrenmen jan w dansèa
Ga don vakam!
De piw la chèri gen vakam
Ga don vakam!
Mson t Ayiti, kouna Nigeria

Akwaaba! Akwaaba!
Oh sister, I noe bi ya brada
Ya brada, ya brada, ya brada
Give me 1 chance, make abi ya fyter
Fyte pro vider
Koto famame, make abi ya pastor
Pastor, pa-pastor
Me nnwom nti make abi ya spander
Spander, spander, spander

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

Nap tann nou vi ni, vi ni
Vi ni, vi ni
Mvle ou vi ni, vi ni
Vi ni, vi ni
Sesa!

Akwaaba!
M'kontan an ou vin pil fontan na ba
Make an tou vid tout lew te laba
Lan ran kon trè se fet, pangéreté a pa
Dé Canada a Ayiti
Sou jet privew
Mo pen man dem ple zik
M'pral men nen w la ba da
Si ti frè pa ra di, fè men jew vi re do
Bay pa ra Brazi, yeah
Wa Lonè be, be
Se ouk a lo nè
Men zan miw kap ka lon nenm
Nan be, be li pa o nèt
Mwen pa Kapon, m'pot chay mwen
So dim va Kabon, po dyab mwen
A quoi bon, me la palan vi le me tou sou chay mwen

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

Nap tann nou vi ni, vi ni
Vi ni, vi ni
Mvle ou vi ni, vi ni
Vi ni, vi ni
Sesa!

Nap tann nou vi ni, vi ni
Vi ni, vi ni
Mvle ou vi ni, vi ni
Vi ni, vi ni

Akwaaba Ayiti

Let me get it, Akwaaba!

Sak gen la! Sak gen la!
Mezanimi san pral gen la
I want that girl
She's like my little Pamela
Pamela! Pamela!
I like the way you move, Pamela
Darling, I love the way you walk
I love the way you dance
Girl, you're hot!
My darling has it all
Girl, you're hot!
I'm from Haiti, now I'm in Nigeria

Akwaaba! Akwaaba!
Oh sister, I know your brother
Your brother, your brother, your brother
Give me a chance, I'll be your fighter
Professional fighter
Keep hiding your fame, I'll be your pastor
Pastor, pa-pastor
Your songs make me want to be a spender
Spender, spender, spender

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

We're waiting for you to come, come
Come, come
When you come, come
Come, come
Sesa!

Akwaaba!
I'm glad you came to drink at the fountain
Let's all drain all the water there
The party's on, no poverty
From Canada to Haiti
On a private jet
I think their music is trash
I'll take you there
If the young brother doesn't like it, he can turn around and go back
They're not going to Brazil, yeah
Wa Lonè be, be
It's the door of hell
Your little brother is looking for a fight
In the be, be it's not nice
I'm not Capone, I carry my own gun
So leave your gun in the Carbon, for my devil
What's the point, I'm not afraid to die on my own terms

Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

We're waiting for you to come, come
Come, come
When you come, come
Come, come
Sesa!

We're waiting for you to come, come
Come, come
When you come, come
Come, come