IA Lyrics English Translation by Clarent
(feat. Mora)
My bad is her fault, the way she acts, ah, ah
But I had forgotten her face
I only remember how she was from the back, ah, ah
She’s got me wrapped up, running in zigzag
If she’s got a new dude, he better not act dumb
Or I’ll make him dance like he’s a spinning top
That clown don’t hit it right, he don’t know I be on that
I know you don’t love him, he don’t buy what I buy
My bad is her fault, the way she acts, ah, ah
But I had forgotten her face
I only remember how she was from the back, ah, ah
She’s got me wrapped up, running in zigzag
Baby, understand that Clarent without hoes is like Santa without gifts
You should thank me that at least I talk to you straight
The 456 of your dice, you went down from Rolex to Rado
Tell that clown I already unfollowed him
You already lost the cache
I didn’t match with you like Gucci and Versace
You’re fake, you ain’t faithful not even to yourself, nobody believes you
Your hookups with him are express
I know your bad habits and I got tangled up anyway
But it’s whatever, I know it’s wrong
It was your fault, ma
From the Baller, I wish you the worst
I married the drip, I got used to spending
You’re already salty, ah, ah, ah
My bad is her fault, the way she acts, ah, ah
But I had forgotten her face
I only remember how she was from the back, ah, ah
She’s got me wrapped up, running in zigzag
Go ahead, go ahead, light that up over there
Let’s go, let’s go
Baby, I wasn’t gonna do this, but since you got bold
It’s my duty to remind you that
Before me you weren’t on nothing, mami, I gave you wings
I made you shine, I dressed you in gala
No more dinner for Gekko, neither for lala
You wanted to play with the one who taught you the play
Those late-night hookups
I’ma miss ’em, but leave and don’t leave nothing
You lost the cache, I didn’t match with you, mami
Just like Gucci and Versace
You’re fake, baby, you ain’t faithful not even to yourself, nobody believes you
Your hookups with him are express and his clothes are from AliExpress
I don’t got time for you no more, said the Patek
Eh, eh
I don’t got time for you no more, said the Patek
Eh-eh, yeah
(Eh, eh, eh, eh-eh)
You come and go like a wave, you don’t know how to be alone
Rolex without time, bandits that don’t fall in love
She ain’t going to Bora Bora no more, nor to Norway to see the aurora
400 miles per hour
Grra-grra-grra, boom, boom, boom, boom