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Genius English Translations - Sch Garcimore English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'll need a Colt to saber my Moët, I come in like the rocket's breath
20cl in the Vittel, fucker, 20k in the pocket, pussy, I'm still alive
The heart is dull, its appearance shines, suit with the Pavarotti flow, zero key marks on the car's bodywork
I won't take out my Larfeuille to hook her, I've already won-on-on-on
You know, we know how to talk to women without spending at G-G-G-G
After the sixteenth, we'll need yellow tape, tape, I walk alone, there's zero whores, whores
I'll put your MC on the teat and I light it up if I say I light it up (light)

[Pre-Chorus]
Scoundrel in three letters, chief of all chiefs
Eight lookouts and eight walkie-talkies, doberman with three heads
In the big suite with three whores, two keys to open the chest
I went from blood on the knife to blood on a golf club

[Chorus]
And the prices drop to death on the black market (Black market)
We all want a million (We all want a million) in this building (All a million)
Marbella (Scoundrel), Jonquera (Jonquera), the life of Massimo (Massimo), Garcimore (Oh)
Garcimore, the poison spreads through the city like the product of the Northern hoods (Northern hoods)
And the prices drop to death on the black market (Black market)
We all want a million in this building (Mathafack), maximum

[Verse 2]
You'll need a wig to hide in the shadows, the prices drop to death if we hang by there (Nah)
We need the fervor, the fever, the men with black eyes, and it's the omerta
Liquid, more liquid, stored in sports bags
There's capsules in the drugstore, sweatshirts sneaking under the suits
The poison spreads in the city, better to be a wolf than a victim
I'm at the Pullman with two porn stars in the rooms like the dream team
Garcimore with a rifle, I wait for the rap game with an Uzi
In the building, like Suge during the SLK convertible era
[Pre-Chorus]
Scoundrel in three letters, chief of all chiefs
Eight lookouts and eight walkie-talkies, doberman with three heads
In the big suite with three whores, two keys to open the chest
I went from blood on the knife to blood on a golf club

[Chorus]
And the prices drop to death on the black market (Black market)
We all want a million (We all want a million) in this building (All a million)
Marbella (Scoundrel), Jonquera (Jonquera), the life of Massimo (Massimo), Garcimore (Oh)
Garcimore, the poison spreads in the city like the product of the Northern hoods (Northern hoods)
And the prices drop to death on the black market (Black market)
We all want a million in this building (Mathafack), maximum