More songs by Yaro
Description
Composer: Jo A La Prod
Composer: Snow A La Prod
Lyricist: Sirou Kanouté
Arranger: Pbk
Lyrics and translation
Original
We're not in that.
We start, we finish. Prada cap and sneakers.
Beads and colors of its varnish.
Rakelenta Rakelenta, I will give you gifts that are not allowed.
End of the all-cash showcase, we start the bara, we finish. It's endless. Only bangers when I'm in the kitchen.
If you're coming, bima. What a joke, we work like in the factory.
I have some bombs on me. She has her baby who comes from Brazil. If you're coming, bima.
What a joke, we work like in the factory. I don't like palas.
The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga to Binga you lose your mind.
I don't like palas. The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga du
Binga you are losing your mind. You say your heart, it's broken.
But I'm not a mechanic. Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? It's broken.
But I'm not a mechanic. Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? His heart is broken. What are kwai?
It's broken. What are kwai? The world is evil. What do you want me to tell you?
I set the fire without a lighter or jerry can. Wedding of the ref en pointe, Tinini.
Like Billie, Billie Jean.
I'm going to exceed all my limits. No limits, no limits. I won't forget the past.
He's the one who made me, it's not anyone else.
Heart extinguisher in the bag for the fight. On the train, I was paranoid. Oh no.
In the city, still Inca, we are in the zone. I'm building a building in Bamako and Dakar.
This winter, see you up there. Oh no. I don't like palas.
The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga to Binga you lose your mind.
I don't like palas. The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga du
Binga you are losing your mind. You say your heart, it's broken. But I'm not a mechanic.
Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? Oh no. It's broken. But I'm not a mechanic.
Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? Oh no.
English translation
We're not in that.
We start, we finish. Prada cap and sneakers.
Beads and colors of its varnish.
Rakelenta Rakelenta, I will give you gifts that are not allowed.
End of the all-cash showcase, we start the bara, we finish. It's endless. Only bangers when I'm in the kitchen.
If you're coming, bima. What a joke, we work like in the factory.
I have some bombs on me. She has her baby who comes from Brazil. If you're coming, bima.
What a joke, we work like in the factory. I don't like palas.
The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga to Binga you lose your mind.
I don't like palas. The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga du
Binga you are losing your mind. You say your heart, it's broken.
But I'm not a mechanic. Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? It's broken.
But I'm not a mechanic. Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? His heart is broken. What are kwai?
It's broken. What are kwai? The world is evil. What do you want me to tell you?
I set the fire without a lighter or jerry can. Wedding of the ref en pointe, Tinini.
Like Billie, Billie Jean.
I'm going to exceed all my limits. No limits, no limits. I won't forget the past.
He's the one who made me, it's not anyone else.
Heart extinguisher in the bag for the fight. On the train, I was paranoid. Oh no.
In the city, still Inca, we are in the zone. I'm building a building in Bamako and Dakar.
This winter, see you up there. Oh no. I don't like palas.
The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga to Binga you lose your mind.
I don't like palas. The kuma kuma aren't worth it. From London to Paname, from Binga du
Binga you are losing your mind. You say your heart, it's broken. But I'm not a mechanic.
Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? Oh no. It's broken. But I'm not a mechanic.
Koro, my heart, it's broken.
Did we tell you, I'm a mechanic? Oh no.