Faut Pas Lyrics English Translation by PLK
Ouch, ouch, ouch-ouch-ouch (Boumi’)
Ouch, ouch, ouch-ouch-ouch (You know I don’t like to do this)
Ouch, ouch, ouch-ouch-ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch-ouch-ouch
My head is full (My head is full)
Leave me alone, yeah
Lots of problems (Lots of problems)
They don’t know me, they resent me
Let them come and see what I’m going through (I’m going through)
Trial after trial
Right now, Marseille is sad
Only bullets are raining down
I think I’ll put on khapta tonight
I’m really angry, on my grandma, I’m furious
It’s just that disappointing me, they don’t look at me for me
They look at me because I sell records
Just her drives me crazy, I tell her I’m at the studio, she thinks I’m lying (Yeah, yeah, lying)
Don’t (Don’t, ah, ah)
Tell me you’re my friend if you don’t love me (If you don’t love me, ah, ah)
You’re full of “I’ll come later,” but you don’t show up (But you don’t show up, ah, ah)
I did you good, and you don’t remember
I wandered alone in the city, I didn’t move all summer
I told a few troubles to some snitches, those bastards repeated everything
I’m asking myself questions, alone, at home
Mom was right, friends change like seasons
Yeah, I’m out here like Malcolm’s dad (De-Dewey)
Solid like one of the Dalton brothers
This year, I didn’t release any albums, I made a lot of tracks, but I kept them all for myself (So I smile)
Doing good or bad, it’s a big dilemma
Twenty-one, the Opinel knife, masked like Osimhen
My buddy, he’s gonna pay for everything from his pocket, he thought he saw the cops, he threw the bag (Oh, yeah)
Ambitious like Barksdale
I need plots of land, rivers, and bridges (Rivers and bridges)
You’re as bland as a dish with no salt
A rapper with no stages, a seller with no money (Eh, eh)
You play the liar, you say I’m the snitch, in life, there are things we know we don’t say (Han)
We’ve known each other since the Kipsta cleats, you act jealous, spiteful, tell me what’s up
I keep thinking
I smoked the green weed, I’m high as hell
I don’t expect any news from you, the train just keeps moving forward
To the sound of the Kalashnikov, the devil just keeps dancing (Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Don’t (Don’t, ah, ah)
Tell me you’re my friend if you don’t love me (If you don’t love me, ah, ah)
You’re full of “I’ll come later,” but you don’t show up (But you don’t show up, ah, ah)
I did you good, and you don’t remember
I wandered alone in the city, I didn’t move all summer
I told a few troubles to some snitches, those bastards repeated everything
I’m asking myself questions, alone, at home
Mom was right, friends change like seasons