Luciano – Bars Afrique Lyrics English Translation

Bars Afrique Lyrics English Translation by Luciano

Arch my back when I break that, shake that, gimme that cash
It’s giving them bad, it’s giving them, it’s giving, “You’re mad”
That’s word on gang, that’s word on fam, that’s word on ‘Dam
Yeah, came with the bang, when I arch my back, I’ma make it bang
Acres of land in the back with the pad
Niggas don’t know that we roll with a strap
Don’t aim for the Blacks, no, we aim for the crack
Backpack hitters on smoke like match
Fearless gang and you know it like that
In the ends, big city, yeah we make that clap
Jiggy, jiggy on deck, all my niggas hold tight
Jiggy, jiggy on deck, put my niggas in flats
In the ends you can circle the blocks
Circle your block then we make that hot
Don’t run from the opps, only run from the cops
A leaf ah get tuck cah dem the real opps
A leaf ah get tuck cah dem the real— (Dem man fi get—)
Dem man fi get shot
They sing like Billy from Top of the Pops
BG, BG, BG fi get drop

Big things, grown, brother, have gangs from Africa
Play no games, charisma strong
My team bad, militant, two shots
(Big things, grown, brother, have gangs from Africa)
(Play no games, charisma strong)
(My team bad, militant, two shots)
Su-super expensive, baby forgive me, devil messed up (Bow, bow)
Cu-Cullinan matte, elite show paid on the Patek (Mwah)
Super expensive, head always clear, ’cause I don’t smoke gas
Cu-Cullinan matte, elite show paid on the Patek

Africa, Loco Black, Traffic Coco, deliver flex (Bang)
East African bandit, constant obsis from Soko in Nike Tech
Inclusion because of CCTV (Bow), acquittal I wish for my G
Lifebox, shutdown with energy, a fox dribbles Gendarmerie

Bring your bébé, fat chain, Rolex on arm, Porsche Cayenne (Oh, yeah)
Kush like Cayenne, make massacre, push packages, the cocaine
Hash with Cigara, that’s no cinema
Pu-push Cali in [?], money with Tijara, Pharmacy

Euros and dollars, spent everything for brothers, we eat from plates (Brra)
C-c-could leave it, but fuck you thoroughly, man, nigga, don’t allow mistakes (Boom-bah)
I drive Benz, in black, G-Class, relaxed all the way back right (Bow)
Who sets the trend on the block? My head spins in circles like Hurricane (Poh)

My hash is Tanger, my OT is juicy, a real badman, make movies with you
You only bang groupies, buy me an Uzi, go in the Juwi, shop at Louis
She fakes her smile, she’s a Bad B, looks possessed when I pull her hair
Giorgio Armani, roll in Ferrari, Cavani jersey, contact in Paris

Big things, grown, brother, have gangs from Africa
Play no games, charisma strong
My team bad, militant, two shots
(Big things, grown, brother, have gangs from Africa)
(Play no games, charisma strong)
(My team bad, militant, two shots)
Su-super expensive, baby forgive me, devil messed up (Bow, bow)
Cu-Cullinan matte, elite show paid on the Patek (Mwah)
Super expensive, head always clear, ’cause I don’t smoke gas
Cu-Cullinan matte, elite show paid on the Patek (Mwah)

(DLS, please stop, I’m burnin’)