Lacrim Jacques Chirac lyrics English

[Lyrics of “Jacques Chirac”]
[Intro]
Chapo
Heizenberg (Heizenberg, Heizenberg)

Lacrim, R4
[Verse 1]
DZ, it’s precious, it precedes me, I
‘m a man Of course I’m a man , I look my father straight in both eyes
He sees the strength, the flame that makes me vibrate
They are frosty, son of a bitch, there are not two like “El Tigre”

The substance, the form and the manner [ will lie?] on our values
After winter, you throw Olivia Valere her salary
From the mountains of Gray Goose, I started by selling twelve
I have too many brothers, I have no wife, if I ‘I’m in the iron, I’m in the V12
From the morning,the cock is erect, we fuck your mother, we are in a hurry

The team: only kisses, four T-MAX, we go into the tess, we make you a [?]
She is well arched, I spank her, I’m going to make love to her for the r ‘mercier
Finally do well, there is no attempt, we fuck you [premiere?] that your death
There is nothing else to do but grow fat, bah, under the duvet, I feel stressed
This fucking France has abandoned us, at the slightest report we feel attacked
I’m not going to lose myself, I don’t have time, make way for all these bastards
Hijo puta, nunca, toca, mi plata

[Chorus]
Bro, I slept in the
middle of the night, friends with a deposit warrant Hunting with bikers, I’m going through the seven, Ilight a bédo
There is business in the tier-quar, T-MAX and assault rifles
I never arrive late, no, we are not mythos
Go, the word does the nhomme-bo
Make the sorrel, do the sorrel, not the mytho You have to

put aside, you have to fill the fridge
Do the sorrel, make sorrel, not the mytho You have to
put aside, if you [want?] the Lambo ‘
Make sorrel, make sorrel, make sorrel, big
Make sorrel, make sorrel, Make sorrel, big
Make sorrel, make sorrel, make sorrel, big
Make sorrel, make sorrel, make sorrel, big

[Verse 2]
For all the members of my family, I’m working hard: you have to pay all the rents
I stopped the time in the whirlwind of my Audemart, I drowned
The closet is the balance sheet, Suffered too much, damn, it pays
off I ‘m sleeping in the sheets that come from Milan on a boat, I’m in Sardinia
The escort is a soldier, you don’t know, you should shut up

My daughter, she is four years old, she is already the owner
Must ride the little kids who all spit on laziness
Must blow the S-Class, big big up in Maes
The CJD raised us, we all see each other 20 years later
Our children play football together, where we come back, if they knew
Life has not given us a gift,son of a bitch
We had to rob, do drug trafficking

[Chorus]
Bro, I slept in the middle of it, some friends on a deposit warrant
Hunting with bikers, I’m passing the seven, I’m lighting a comic
There’s some business at the tier-quar, T-MAX and assault rifles
I’m never late, nah, we’re not mythos

Go, the word goes nhomme-bo
Make sorrel, do sorrel, no the mytho
Must put aside, must fill the fridge
Make the sorrel, do the sorrel, not the mytho You have to
put aside, if you [want?] the Lambo

Make the sorrel, make the sorrel, do the ‘sorrel, big
Make sorrel, make sorrel, make sorrel, big
Make sorrel, make sorrel,do sorrel, fat
Make sorrel, make sorrel, make sorrel, homie

[Outro]
Go, the word does the [?]

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