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Genius English Translations - Sdm Metallica English Translation Lyrics

[Intro]
Myth Syzer came through here
Brah

[Verse 1: SDM]
You want her? (Ooh, ooh), just tell her you're my cousin, that should do it
Walk with an iron, it's better for business
Your bitch-ass rappers, in their hoods, they get slapped (Real)
Three-letter rapper, I'll never be trending
Outside, they're my sons, and I'm giving them the bottle (Real)
Not a mason, but I know the building well (Ocho)
I'm tapped, I'm like Barksdale in Baltimore (Ocho)
For a plan that pays, let's go (Let's go)
I squatted the concretе, in summer, in winter (Real), kilos and tons crossing thе shore
Bro, pass it to me in the axis, I'll take it like Rivaldo
Pirate at sea out for a ride, dude, be ready, death awaits at the turn
I've got a Glock 17 under my Avirex, I hang with the baddest, most unreliable bandits (92140)
Tell me where you are, I'll come to see you between Grigny and Viry (Real)
First, I fuck up the rap game, then, we'll see
No longer need to deal, the house makes transfers (Yeah, bro, real)

[Pre-Chorus: SDM]
Tell me where you are, I'll come to see you between Grigny and Viry
First, I fuck up the rap game, then, we'll see
No longer need to deal, the house makes transfers
[Chorus: SDM]
I went out, hooded, strapped, an iron under the jacket
Parisian bandit from the parisian suburbs, don't come and lecture us (Ocho)
Strapped as if it was Metallica, I'm the leader of the choir
Bro, we're blasting away, no need to know how to aim, on the field as an eight, I've got the cleats

[Post-Chorus: SDM & Werenoi]
Now I'm okay, I can stop dealing (Stop dealing)
Now, I sing, but the lifestyle says a lot (Lifestyle says a lot)
Strapped as if it was Metallica, an iron under the jacket
Now, I sing, but the lifestyle says a lot (Says a lot)
I'll stop everything for minimum ten million (Ten million), real

[Verse 2: Werenoi]
I grew up where we don't like the pigs, where we only put ten grand on your head (Brr, brr)
Man can forget the dead, but will never forget the debt
An AK to bring the conditions, son of a bitch
You can't fuck up my ambitions, I'm aiming at the goal
Allegedly, you've already seen a hundred kilos, you've got tons of cash
We know you're lying, leave your mother alone
Who taught me how to sell? Who taught me how to rap?
That little bastard isn't born yet
I ain't coming in a Scenic
They won't believe me if I say that filling your pockets is harder than filling the Zenith
We start off at the top while you're skating
We're not talking about DJs when we say: “Plate”
It's the Parisian trenches, we leave you panicked
There's no more space on the plannings (It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real)
There's no more space on the plannings (Real, real, real, real)
[Chorus: SDM]
I went out, hooded, strapped, an iron under the jacket
Parisian bandit from the parisian suburbs, don't come and lecture us (Ocho)
Strapped as if it was Metallica, I'm the leader of the choir
Dawg, we're blasting away, no need to know how to aim, on the field as an eight, I've got the cleats

[Post-Chorus: SDM & Werenoi]
Now I'm okay, I can stop dealing (Stop dealing)
Now, I sing, but the lifestyle says a lot (Lifestyle says a lot)
Strapped as if it was Metallica, an iron under the jacket
Now, I sing, but the lifestyle says a lot (Says a lot)
I'll stop everything for minimum ten million (Ten million), real