None of my cars ain't rented Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (esskeetit, ooh) Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh) All matte black, my windows tinted (ooh, brrt) Fuck a bitch once say,

Bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me Oh, you better bring it to me Yeah, yeah, yeah If you ever Change your mind About leaving Leaving me behind You know I laughed

Je n'peux pas baisser mon froc Je vais faire tomber mon Glock (Tomber mon Glock) Igo, je déploie mes ailes comme un charo Tu vas finir sur le carreau Ces char-clos sont complètement paros Ils sont pas carrés, ils n'ont pas un rond Oh Manu Le Coq, oh Manu

Ain't nunya business (Nunya) To know who I'm with Ain't nunya business (Ain't nunya) 'Cause you don't want the world to know That you lost a girl who got it on her own It'd be good for you to let it go, let it go, let it go Oh, none of my shit Oh, none

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

Oh prenez garde à ceux qui n'ont rien Chante chante un petit oiseau malin Qui monte au ciel, qui plane et qui pique Au-dessus des royaumes et des républiques Qu'on a laissé au bord du chemin Rêveurs rêvant le monde meilleur Ils voient la colère monter

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

Toujours à dire qu'j'suis un salaud (ouais) J'vais voir ailleurs pour voir si t'es là J'te jure, j'l'ai baisée seulement qu'une fois, oh Oh baby, dis-moi c'que je fais (yeah) Un jour, tu m'aimes, un jour, tu n'm'aimes pas (non) Oh baby, dis-moi c'que

It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord I ain't no senator's son, son Some

Downtown love Don't want none of your downtown love Just wonderin' if you notice me Wood floors in your Soho apartment Every morning always roll one and spark it Credit cards left on your glass table You been wildin' since I met you last April A