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Genius English Translations - Booba Petite Fille English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Izi
My life but not my dream, you can't take this away from me
My daughter is the only person who runs into my arms
If I ever sell my soul to you, I sell it as seen
Life is but a stopover, motherfucker, now soar
Before managing to cry for help, your honor we'll take it
There's only my daughter who run into my arms
Sheep kebab, black tea, Jemaa el-Fna's place
String pulling ain't a thing, you’re black, pull out the Beretta
They are made against us so we break laws
Conference on the snitches, all they did was talk about you
Doors closed, black cat will go through the rooftops
In France like in pussies, nigga don't has enough space
If you ever make any kids, think about being present
Or else, cum in their mamas, think hard about the Etna
Free those bitches, hang their masters; by the crotch
That's not the size of my dick, it's the 9 mm, bang, bang, bang
You’re hot from head to toe, actually, I stopped at your pussy
Money can't buy happiness, happiness doesn’t put food on your plate
My life but not my dream, you can't take this away from me
My daughter is the only person who runs into my arms
I rap the way Bruce Lee handles his knife
My pair of Stanislas remains white
Bastard you are whatever you do, God didn’t give you any race
Boulbi and Miami Vice
[Verse 2]
I’m so far ahead, in the VIP, I’m not even comfortable
Reputed unsociable outside, 800 square meters of living area
Bitch, dab with the devil, I’m Kopp Corleone Felipe
We shoot at each other, no longer give jabs
Fucking mothers is the idea
When they think Africa, they think sun, I think of niggers on Amistad
But little girl, living in your era is a wonderful thing
You might as well be called Tony M, Manny put one over him
Coupé-décalé, Chechen, Ukrainian weapon, Ü on the chest

[Verse 3]
L.U.N.A, my little girl
Sitting on a bench
Holding your little lady fingers in my hand
You led me to believe that the Lord is great
I would go to jail for you, never again over kilograms
I have no love for any other woman
Fuck all those biatchs, I know that you’ll surpass more than one
Your laugh part the sea in two
Painting a Blood’s neighborhood in blue, you’re my moon, eh
Everything will be fine tomorrow, fine
Everything will be fine tomorrow
Because I’m nothing without them, nothing
I’m nothing without them
I’m only here for them
Nothing else, the rest isn’t worth wile
I would give it all for him
My love will never turn into hate