BANANA SPLIT Lyrics English Translation by Foyone
The garments we wear aren’t borrowed
The jewelry I wear isn’t rented
The car, yes, but listen, dad
I could buy the whole rental fleet
My accent gives away I’m from the South
I’ve spent half my life hanging out in the hood
Even if there’s no means, attitude abounds
The M on my forehead, I look like Bubu
Don’t forget
Don’t forget
Don’t forget
I’m the boss, not you
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
Kid, don’t forget
You lower your gaze to me
Here, I’m the one who decides
You’re talking to your dad
I’ll give you a slap on the butt
Respect, respect, respect
I’m more arrogant and cocky
Even if I don’t have a penny
Look into my eyes
Let’s see who you’re not
They have money
We have attitude
On cloudy days
No one can see the blue sky
The rich also poop
They’re just like you
The masks fall off, and faces reveal
We’re all heading to the grave; none stand out there
They have money, and we have attitude
The rich man poops just as ugly as you do
Oh, it hurts
Oh, it hurts
Oh, it hurts
Oh, it hurts
I leave you soaking like
What I smoke smells like French cheese
Banon, Roquefort, Valencay, Gruyere
I’ve spent half my life hanging out in the hood
Even if there’s no means, attitude abounds
My accent gives away I’m from the South
The M on my forehead, I look like Bubu
Grandma’s stew, not fast food
I see a lot of women around here
They spend their time spending and consuming
Chasing the dream they won’t achieve
The light of that lighthouse is leaving your side
As it approaches, it moves away from you
If you want, I’ll drop a beat
I’m eating Banana Split
I don’t care about you
I was born poor, I’ll die rich
I’m riding a dolphin
For the cream
I’m a clown and I don’t make you laugh
With my dom dom bin
If you want, I’ll drop a beat
I’m eating Banana Split
I don’t care about you
I was born poor, I’ll die rich
I’m riding a dolphin
For the cream
I’m a clown and I don’t make you laugh
With my dom dom bin
If you want, I’ll drop a beat
I’m eating Banana Split
I don’t care about you
I was born poor, I’ll die rich
I’m riding a dolphin
For the cream
I’m a clown and I don’t make you laugh
With my dom dom bin
If you want…
If you want…
If you want…