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