Connaisseur Ticaso – Chill

Connaisseur Ticaso – Chill Lyrics

Artist: Connaisseur Ticaso
Song: Chill

Yo de quoi tu parles man
Quoi? Sont là? Go on fait ça pour eux mon cher
Shit mais y a des femmes en dedans man
Serieux yo, man, yo laisse-moi, yo

Attends une minute
Yo, yo chief j’suis high, shit j’suis soûl, j’suis f#cked up, yo
Le Hennessy est bien tombé mais j’dois m’calmer sur l’weed though
Tu vois déjà sur quel side que j’vais spit

J’suis chill sur un beat classique de 88
Donnes-moi pas d’caca style vodka et V8
Le seul sh#t j’mélange c’est Bacardi, limite Fruitopia
Faque five-o m’dérange quand j’t’en public et qu’j’ai l’goût d’sip

Pas plus tard, dans un bar, non comme tout d’suite
De toute façon Montréal c’est ma ville
Depuis comme Das EFX que j’t’au milieu d’tout c’qui implique
Violence et freeze, j’envoie rien au hasard je sais qu’t’a pigé

En 96 j’pouvais compter combien d’chaises j’ai pitché, hen
Du Death Row pas care, crazais la fête par terre à Shook Ones Pt. II
Bouteilles qui revolent partout, les revolvers sontent d’où?
Dans un bum rush y a pas d’fouilles, les 38 laissent pas d’douilles

Mais tu peux t’débrouiller à cacher l’shit proche de tes couilles
Le gars nous attend dans la file yo, enweille grouille
Fais vite, j’ai spot la femme que j’voulais check, çe soir j’la rate pas est faite
Check-y les fesses, ayo j’suis sûr qu’elle s’est fait refaire le chest

Le seul moyen d’vraiment savoir et d’en avoir le cœur net
C’est d’aller talk, la faire rire pour qu’elle m’invite où ce qu’elle reste
Sweet talk, licher mes levres jusqu’à temps qu’elle veule j’la caresse
Mais f#ck it, tout ça c’trop long so j’y ai juste demandé direct

Elle me dit “des vrais”, j’y ai dit “c’pas vrai”
Elle me les a montré dans toilette
En 2003 y a plus d’
Plus d’one-on-one quand y a des beef sh#ts, les gars veulent te kill

Les parents parlent et les enfants répondent “laisse-moi tranquil”
C’t’une question d’skillz qui fait qu’j’kick la façon que j’kick
C’t’une question d’réalité qui fait qu’c’est détaillé quand qu’j’explique
Le street sh#t, les vrai têtes respectent mon dialecte

You know i’m sayin? Haha, yeah
Han, yeah, ah, le style de négro qui chill dans ton lèl entrain d’checker les femn
Tu connais mon vibe, you know i’m sayin, yeah, yeah
Ayo, yo toutes le femn là avec vos, vos, vos, vos

You know, venez nous checker, you know?
Moi pis mon clique on est au bar, you know?
Si vous êtes sous chill,, you know we got some
Just, just,, ok bébé?

Aight, 2003, C-Jack, Connaisseur, sakapfèt
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Chill Lyrics – English Translation

Yo what you’re talking about man
What? Are there? Go we do this for them my dear
sh#t but there are women in it
Seriously yo, man, yo leave me, yo

Wait a minute
Yo, yo chief I’m high, sh#t I’m drunk, I’m f#cked up, yo
The Hennessy has fallen well but I have to calm down on the though weed
You can already see on which side I’m spit

I’m chill on a classic beat of 88
Give me no poop vodka and v8 style
The only sh#t Imélange is Bacardi, Limit Fruitopia
Faque Five-O gets merange when I’m in public and I have the taste of SIP

Not later, in a bar, not as immediately
Anyway, Montreal is my city
Since as if I am in the middle of everything that implies
Violence and freeze, I send nothing to chance I know that it has been

In 96 I was able to count how many chairs I pitched, hen
From Death Row not Care, Crazais the party on the ground at Shook Ones Pt. II
Bottles that revolve everywhere, where do the revolvers think from?
In a bum rush there are no excavations, the 38 leaves no sockets

But you can get rid of hiding the sh#t close to your balls
The guy is waiting for us in the Yo queue, inweille swarms
Do it quickly, I spot the woman I turned check, that evening I don’t miss it is done
Check the buttocks, ayo I’m sure she had the chest remained

The only way to really know and have a clear heart
It’s going to go talk, make her laugh so that she invites me where what she stays
Sweet Talk, liche my lips until when she widowed it I caress
But f#ck it, all that was long so I just asked there direct

She says “real”, I said “it’s true”
She showed me in toilet
In 2003 there were more
More one-one when there are beef sh#ts, the guys want you to kill

Parents speak and children answer “leave me quiet”
This is a question of Skillz that makes me the way I wick
This is a question of reality which makes it detailed when I explain
Street sh#t, real heads respect my dialect

You know i’m sayin? Haha, yeah
Han, yeah, ah, the style of negro which chill in your lèl tracing the femn
You know my vibe, you know i’m sayin, yeah, yeah
Ayo, yo all the femn there with your, your, your, your

You know, come and check us, you know?
Me and my clique are we at the bar, you know?
If you are under Chill, you know we go some
Just, Just ,, Ok Baby?

Aight, 2003, C-Jack, Connoisseur, Sakapfèt
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Connaisseur Ticaso Lyrics – Chill

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Release Year: 2021