Bella Latina

[Chorus] Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie [Verse 1] Friday nights, smoke a lot like a cholo So much white on my seats, call me Chapo Me llamo Billy, mi hermano Con il mio [?] cubano Americano, whip up the bando, bella latina, danser le tango Americano, whip up the bando, bella latina, danser le tango, yeah Flying into lane in my 'Rari, shawty That's a nice bitch in her khaki She federalli in my black Maserati Sherlock your dip, yeah, my life, Moriarty I am the king of the Neverland Peter Pan, cannot roll with another gang Rubber bands, I got flow, I love a [?] Man, I love my gorillas in 'tutes, I got loads fuck Orangutans [Bridge] Kick in the door, get on the floor Back out my ting if you really want more Hammer in my hand got power like Thor Fuck with a knock, dem man don't want war Kick in the door, get on the floor Back out my ting if you really want more Big Hammer in my hand got power like Thor Hammer in my hand got power like─ [Verse 2] Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir comment je te tiens tête-à-tête sur le boulevard (Boulevard) Bella latina qui danse avec moi parce qu'elle fuck que ma team Elle nous connaît, yeah Glock dans la main, ouais, tu voulais voir comment je te tiens tête-à-tête sur le boulevard (Boulevard) Bella latina, yeah Bella, bella, bella Like fee, fi, fo, fum See ya not boy, you know that they run Federally known, I ride till I'm done So they banned me from every club in London I got drugs and gypsies, bro, you'll get bun Smoke if you try, like smoke in my lungs, yeah I'm that white but I don't take shit from no one 'Cause I smoke the sativa, Bella Latina Sittin' on my lap, babe, roll up the reefa Beefa, I know some serious creatures Preacher, just please tell God I'm a leader Un, deux, tois, quatre Tu voulais la guerre frère tu voulais qu'on se batte Tu connais la team Rata-ta-ta-ta C'est le bruit de ma gun dans ta tête on l'attaque Like run a man down in my Air Force One's My brudda, I'll run a man down in my Pradas I got Gypsie ties and dem Turkish ones, I suggest your mandem run faster Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy Pretty boy, pretty boy, who? Send a couple transit vans to your madres gaff Bella don't have a clue, like what? Woah, I don't really know Billie make a millie and he really gonna blow Core, the flow so cold like ratata-ta-ta-ta-ta, I roll with my bros, like Lift up the ting, go, "Baow" When I care about dem man, I dont care how Rolling through the city be smoking that loud Smoking that green they down robbed for time I will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace Never really cared about race Yeah, I got that strong Irish blood up in my face So anyone that wan' try me will get paced, get traced Traced, straight to the dirt Big man try beef my team, you'll get hurt Gypsie boys, Turkish ones, Nigerians that will curse your lungs I got an English don and he burst that gun French boy travellers who do dirt for fun, yeah (French boy travellers who do dirt for fun) [Chorus] Allez-y allez-y allez-y Allez-y, allez-y, allez-y Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie Allez-y allez-y allez-y Allez-y allez-y allez-y Moi et mes frères on est différent, c'est pour ca qu'on s'en ballec de la jalousie