Corleone Lyrics English Translation by Ninho
La la la laa…
La la la la la la laaaa…
Bottles as big as my sins,
Gabana Dolce plated D&G,
The alcohol is pure; I mix it with juice,
At noon, the blonde wanted 2 grams,
High, I contemplate, head on the headrest,
My brothers told me, “Insha’Allah, you’ll make it,”
These guys are into some shady stuff,
I don’t find it great,
Either you have the capital,
Or you end up on the ground,
That’s what my father told me,
I’m on the streets,
Yellow bricks like my phlegm,
Rule number one: never push the things they’ve handed you,
Midnight 36 in dark corners,
And I bite the hook like a fish,
Multiply failures like a jinx,
And I feel like I’m stuck,
I’m like in a dream, come pinch me,
I didn’t know I would live from my passion,
But I’ve been patient,
I knew hardship before the lavish life,
Don’t act all heated if you’re not up for it,
I knew the bottle, the stove, the knife turning from gray to all black,
In the city, my team has the power,
We’ll never settle for tips,
Screw the rapists, only my girl’s nipples are pointing,
(The bills, the bills)
And how many brothers tear each other apart for a woman or a stack of bills?
And how many brothers get trampled because they didn’t deny at the station?
Arabs and blacks, when it blows up, we’re judged, thrown into the same basket,
Career counselors want to push our little sisters to sweep,
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
I dreamed I was a millionaire in euros,
And that my CDs circled Europe,
We always want more, maybe we want too much,
And the phone rings every 5 minutes since I got popular.
The phone doesn’t stop ringing; it fuels my paranoia,
I wear Kenzo, but they wear the evil eye,
I think she doesn’t really like my face, but she appreciates the wallet,
Around your place, they search in the pockets,
I found the loophole; I’ll let you count the shells,
I treat myself to the sweet stuff, make a profit with the hard stuff,
I think there’s nothing more to say,
Married to the “ure” for better or for worse,
Weighed the pros and cons; I preferred harming society,
Under the influence, completely messed up,
Under the influence, completely messed up,
She takes it in every hole, but she acts like Naomi Campbell,
I came to take back the money; the jar of honey attracts bees,
I don’t do charity work,
Pay, and we’ll fill the box,
I can’t control my hunger anymore,
The younger ones see me as a role model,
The younger ones see me as a role model,
So I have to aim for the middle,
Noon to midnight, more cash than at Lidl,
We asked them what they want,
We asked them what they want,
And if I don’t like it, I’ll raise the third finger.
And how many brothers tear each other apart for a woman or a stack of bills?
And how many brothers get trampled because they didn’t deny at the station?
Arabs and blacks, when it blows up, we’re judged, thrown into the same basket,
Career counselors want to push our little sisters to sweep,
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah,
I dreamed I was a millionaire in euros,
And that my CDs circled Europe,
We always want more, maybe we want too much,
And the phone rings every 5 minutes since I got popular.