flameplaya, Mongoose YG – SHE FROM FRANCE

flameplaya, Mongoose YG SHE FROM FRANCE

flameplaya, Mongoose YG – SHE FROM FRANCE Lyrics

Artist: flameplaya, Mongoose YG
Song: SHE FROM FRANCE

Назвали Данилой во имя Багрова
Я не молюсь, со мною Мадонна
Hotline 102, оторву тебе провод
Мы берем gual’у, и не нужен повод

Если на сцене — всё будет п*здато
Уронил майк на их головы — аут
Отдаю зипы – я не наркоман
Playa не JV, но прыгаю в вайпер

Drippin’ on me like a curry
In the background you are fallen
U flava? don’t tell me about a slimey
Шеффаю бит — call me hunter

В паблике тыща, в карманах тридцатка
Флейм как машина, эт новая марка
Я не голкипер, спасаю команду
Как тики-така, так много касаний

С*ка не грязная, тоже Диана
Я легендарен, как будто Diablo
У меня техника – Роберто Карлос
Дел с тобой нах*й не надо

Движения без роялти, пох*й на квартал
Они понтуются, что на площадках
Делаю пятый год не ради хайпа
С*ка, пойми, we don’t dance

Croissant mafia, she from France
Мы как Европа, нам нужен газ
Rapping at all is my last chance
С*ка, пойми, we don’t dance

Croissant mafia, she from France
Я Camavinga – отдаю пас
Папиру крутим, как в брейк-данс
Шрамы на коже считают года, в моем календаре по месяцу драка

Эти растения заменят сон, но никто никогда не заменит мне брата
Каждый пацан тут носит холодный и острый, будто бы остывший тако
Слился с бифа со фразой «я пас», парень, ты как тики-така, ай
С потасовки прям на тусовку, в nike ветровке на тренировку

На спорте стрижки, со мной братишки
В пакете шишки, ты понял фишку
Тяжелый воздух, тут душит небо
«С низов наверх» – это наше кредо

Мой комерс знает, где достать weapon
Меня знают там, где я даже не был
Это южный квартал, не думай выносить тут сор из избы, а
Слова за спиной – мы научим манерам, поделим тебя на куски, ра

И связи при мне, пох*й на копов, нас знают во всех кругах узких, да
Бабки у нас, тачка не едет, ведь ночью мы сняли диски, пау
С*ка, пойми, we don’t dance
Croissant mafia, she from France

Мы как Европа, нам нужен газ
Rapping at all is my last chance
С*ка, пойми, we don’t dance
Croissant mafia, she from France

Я Camavinga – отдаю пас
Папиру крутим, как в брейк-данс
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SHE FROM FRANCE Lyrics – English Translation

Called Danila in the name of Bagrov
I don’t pray, Madonna is with me
Hotline 102, I’ll tear you a wire
We take Gual and do not need a reason

If on stage – everything will be n*buildato
Mike dropped on their heads – out
I give zipa – I’m not a drug addict
Playa is not JV, but I’m jumping into Weiper

Drippin ‘On Me Like a Curry
In the Background You Are Fallen
U flava? Donmet Tell Me About a Slimey
Sheffau bit – Call Me Hunter

In a public thousand, in the pockets of thirty
Flem like a car, this is a new brand
I’m not a goalkeeper, I save the team
Like tiki-taka, so many touches

C*ka is not dirty, also Diana
I am legendary as if Diablo
I have a technique – Roberto Carlos
Do you do not need to

Movement without royalty, POV*th per quarter
They will pound that on the sites
I have been doing the fifth year not for the sake of hype
S*ka, understand, we Don’t dance

Croissant Mafia, She from France
We are like Europe, we need gas
Rapping at all is my laste Chance
S*ka, understand, we Don’t dance

Croissant Mafia, She from France
I am camavinga – I give pass
We twist the papyr like in the Break Dance
Scars on the skin count years, in my calendar for a month of a fight

These plants will replace a dream, but no one will ever replace my brother
Each boy here wears cold and sharp, as if cooled down
Merged with a bifal with the phrase “I pass”, man, you are like Tiki-taka, ah
From the brawl straight to the party, in Nike Vetrovka for training

Sports are haircuts, my brothers are with me
In the bag of cones, you understand the chip
Heavy air, the sky strangles here
“From the bottom up” – this is our credo

My Comers knows where to get Weapon
They know me where I wasn’t even
This is the southern quarter, do not think to take out the sung from the hut, and
Words behind your back – we will teach manners, put you into pieces, ra

And the connections with me, the f#ck on the cops, we are known in all circles of narrow ones, yes
We have grandmas, the car does not go, because at night we took off the discs, Pow
S*ka, understand, we Don’t dance
Croissant Mafia, She from France

We are like Europe, we need gas
Rapping at all is my laste Chance
S*ka, understand, we Don’t dance
Croissant Mafia, She from France

I am camavinga – I give pass
We twist the papyr like in the Break Dance
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flameplaya, Mongoose YG Lyrics – SHE FROM FRANCE

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Release Year: 2023