French The Kid - Bella Latina
[Chorus]
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
[Verse 1]
Friday nights, smoke a lot like a cholo
So much white on my seats, call me Chapo
Me llamo Billy, mi hermano
Con il mio [?] 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 in her khaki
She federalli in my black Maserati
Sherlock your dip, yeah, my life, Moriarty
I am the king of the Neverland
Peter Pan, cannot roll with another gang
Rubber bands, I got flow, I love a [?]
Man, I love my gorillas in 'tutes, I got loads fuck Orangutans
[Bridge]
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─
[Verse 2]
Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir comment je te tiens tête-à-tête sur le boulevard (Boulevard)
Bella latina qui danse avec moi parce qu'elle fuck que ma team
Elle nous connaît, yeah
Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir comment je te tiens tête-à-tête sur le boulevard (Boulevard)
Bella latina, yeah
Bella, bella, bella
Like fee, fi, fo, fum
See ya not boy, you know that they run
Federally known, I ride till 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, tois, quatre
Tu voulais la guerre frère tu voulais qu'on se batte
Tu connais la team Rata-ta-ta-ta
C'est le bruit de ma gun dans ta tête on l'attaque
Like run a man down in my Air Force One's
My brudda, I'll run a man down in my Pradas
I got Gypsie ties and dem 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 madres gaff
Bella don't have a clue, like what? Woah, I don't really know
Billie make a millie and he really gonna blow
Core, the flow so cold like ratata-ta-ta-ta-ta, I roll with my bros, like
Lift up the ting, go, "Baow"
When I care about dem man, I dont care how
Rolling through the city be smoking that loud
Smoking that green they down robbed for time
I will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace
Never really cared about race
Yeah, I got that strong Irish blood up in my face
So anyone that wan' try me will get paced, get traced
Traced, straight to the dirt
Big man try beef my team, you'll get hurt
Gypsie 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)
[Chorus]
Allez-y allez-y allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
Allez-y allez-y allez-y
Allez-y allez-y allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
[Verse 1]
Friday nights, smoke a lot like a cholo
So much white on my seats, call me Chapo
Me llamo Billy, mi hermano
Con il mio [?] 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 in her khaki
She federalli in my black Maserati
Sherlock your dip, yeah, my life, Moriarty
I am the king of the Neverland
Peter Pan, cannot roll with another gang
Rubber bands, I got flow, I love a [?]
Man, I love my gorillas in 'tutes, I got loads fuck Orangutans
[Bridge]
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─
[Verse 2]
Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir comment je te tiens tête-à-tête sur le boulevard (Boulevard)
Bella latina qui danse avec moi parce qu'elle fuck que ma team
Elle nous connaît, yeah
Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir comment je te tiens tête-à-tête sur le boulevard (Boulevard)
Bella latina, yeah
Bella, bella, bella
Like fee, fi, fo, fum
See ya not boy, you know that they run
Federally known, I ride till 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, tois, quatre
Tu voulais la guerre frère tu voulais qu'on se batte
Tu connais la team Rata-ta-ta-ta
C'est le bruit de ma gun dans ta tête on l'attaque
Like run a man down in my Air Force One's
My brudda, I'll run a man down in my Pradas
I got Gypsie ties and dem 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 madres gaff
Bella don't have a clue, like what? Woah, I don't really know
Billie make a millie and he really gonna blow
Core, the flow so cold like ratata-ta-ta-ta-ta, I roll with my bros, like
Lift up the ting, go, "Baow"
When I care about dem man, I dont care how
Rolling through the city be smoking that loud
Smoking that green they down robbed for time
I will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace
Never really cared about race
Yeah, I got that strong Irish blood up in my face
So anyone that wan' try me will get paced, get traced
Traced, straight to the dirt
Big man try beef my team, you'll get hurt
Gypsie 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)
[Chorus]
Allez-y allez-y allez-y
Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
Allez-y allez-y allez-y
Allez-y allez-y allez-y
Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie
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