Hayce Lemsi – Les p’t#ts mouchoirs Lyrics
Artist: Hayce Lemsi
Song: Les p’t#ts mouchoirs
L’OPJ veut que j’donne les blazes, ha non, ha non, ha non
Ils disent que j’suis méchant de base, ha non, ha non, ha non
J’sais qu’dans leurs bouches y a que mon blaze, holala
Tu peux garder simagrée, tout l’tralala
J’prends l’game en otage, ils sonnent l’alarme
J’t’emmène au sol, j’te sortirai pas ma lame
J’suis ce phénomène de la cité, tout au long de ma vie dans le ghetto en guitare
Elle m’a fait le mal, elle m’a quitté, on faisait l’amour en Goyard
J’voulais posséder l’rrain-té, j’ai vu cette lueur au fond du brouillard
Elle m’a fait le mal, elle m’a quitté, on faisait l’amour en Goyard
Elle cherche complication, alors, alors, alors
Elle attend des explications, alors, alors, alors
Elle veut qu’j’lui fasse un p’tit garçon, que j’l’appelle madame
[?] mais j’aime trop le macadam
Et j’brise mes relations, j’suis pas normal
Que les donneurs de l’çons s’abstiennent de m’faire la morale
S’alcooliser, canaliser l’anxiété, j’peux même plus compter les pétards
Plus jeune, j’ai vu maman s’inquiéter, j’étais ivre et je rentrais tard
Dans la rue y a pas d’pitié, j’vois les bicots s’piétiner pour ta part
Chaque jour, des contrôles d’identités, jusqu’à crever dans le mitard
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Les p’t#ts mouchoirs Lyrics – English Translation
The OPJ wants me to wave blazes, ha no, ha no, ha no
They say I’m naughty basic, ha no, ha no, ha no
I know that in their mouths there is only my blaze, holala
You can keep simply, all the tralala
I think the game hostage, they sound the alarm
I take it on the ground, I will not go out my blade
I’m this phenomenon of the city, throughout my life in the guitar ghetto
She hurt me, she left me, we made love in goyard
I wanted to possess the roin, I saw this glow at the bottom of the fog
She hurt me, she left me, we made love in goyard
She seeks complication, so then, then, then
She expects explanations, so then, then
She wants me to make a little boy, that I call ma’am
[?] But I love the macadam
And I’m screwing my relationships, I’m not normal
That the donors of the sons abstain from morale
Grooving, channeling anxiety, do not even count the firecrackers
Younger, I saw mom worry, I was drunk and I returned late
In the street there is no pity, I have the cubots outdoors for you
Every day, identity controls, up to die in the Mitard
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Hayce Lemsi Lyrics – Les p’t#ts mouchoirs
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Release Year: 2017
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