CRYSTAL COLLO Lyrics English Translation by ANNA
Crystal, neck goes bling bling
Pink like Tussy B
The little bag I carry on my shoulder
I slap it
Then it spins like a DVD
That idiot needs to stay away from me
Poppin’ bottles until it’s 6 AM
Baby, you know I’m never tired
I’m full of Givenchy and Louboutin
Every day the bank guy calls
I’m not his mother, but he calls me mama
I got blue hair like Loredana
I smoke this kush, it comes from Ketama
You’re stuck on the bus, dummy, behave
Baby wants to be my girlfriend
I got black hair with cat eyes
I threw away your Zara bag
She goes home all branded up
Jenny from the Block
My friend from the hood
No, we’re not delulu
We’re full of loud
And for all these dogs
We never have love
When she feels the longing, she fills a 7 Up
They were missing someone like me, mh-mh
The industry needs someone like me
I wanna turn it around, flip the showroom
Spill all the money
Then swim in it like it’s a pool
Casino, casino, I wanna go to the casino
I bet on pink when I play roulette
They stop me at customs with a steak in my hand
Next to me is a criminal in black Air Force
Baby, drive, the Christ I wear around my neck will protect us
At 200 an hour, we’re blasting the Dogo
This shit is useless, worse than drugs
Luxury never goes out of style
Crystal, neck goes bling bling
Pink like Tussy B
The little bag I carry on my shoulder
I slap it
Then it spins like a DVD
That idiot needs to stay away from me
Poppin’ bottles until it’s 6 AM
Baby, you know I’m never tired
I’m full of Givenchy and Louboutin
Every day the bank guy calls
I like that guy who goes ra-ta-ta-ta
You wanna keep the gun in the bag
J’adore
I never drank Moët & Chandon before
From the projects I take it to Château Marmont
Baby, drive, the Christ I wear around my neck will protect us
At 200 an hour, we’re blasting the Dogo
This shit is useless, worse than drugs
Luxury never goes out of style
Crystal, neck goes bling bling
Pink like Tussy B
The little bag I carry on my shoulder
I slap it
Then it spins like a DVD
That idiot needs to stay away from me
Poppin’ bottles until it’s 6 AM
Baby, you know I’m never tired
I’m full of Givenchy and Louboutin
Every day the bank guy calls
I’m not his mother, but he calls me mama