"Bolide Noir"
— спяваюць Central Cee , Jrk 19
«Bolide Noir» — песня, выкананая на французская, выпушчаная 23 жніўня 2024 на афіцыйным канале гуказапісвальнага лэйбла — «Central Cee & Jrk 19». Адкрыйце для сябе эксклюзіўную інфармацыю пра "Bolide Noir". Знайдзіце тэкст песні Bolide Noir, пераклады і факты песень. Даходы і чысты кошт назапашваюцца спонсарствам і іншымі крыніцамі ў адпаведнасці з інфармацыяй, знойдзенай у Інтэрнэце. Колькі разоў песня «Bolide Noir» з'яўлялася ў складзеных музычных чартах? «Bolide Noir» — добра вядомае музычнае відэа, якое заняло месцы ў папулярных топ-чартах, такіх як 100 лепшых Францыя песень, 40 лепшых французская песень і інш.
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"Bolide Noir" Факты
"Bolide Noir" дасягнула 16.8M агульнай колькасці праглядаў і 352.7K лайкаў на YouTube.
Песня была адпраўлена на 23/08/2024 і правяла 37 тыдня ў чартах.
Арыгінальная назва музычнага відэа "CENTRAL CEE X JRK 19 - BOLIDE NOIR (MUSIC VIDEO)".
«Bolide Noir» апублікавана на Youtube па адрасе 22/08/2024 22:00:06.
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LYRICS
J’brille comme une étoile,
Avant d’le dégainer moi j’le nettoie,
J’ai pris du cash, donc JRK a pris du poid,
Sur ta tre-mon, nous on est 3
Il faut l’argent du beurre,
Il faut l’bonheur, il faut la gloire,
Le pe-ra j’le prends pas à cœur,
J’me dis « imagine si ça foire »
Imagine si ça foire, imagine si ça l’fait,
On a ouvert des foies, on a laissé des plaies,
J’peux pas être homophobe,
Ma bitch, elle kiffe les deux
On a cassé la porte on a pas fait la queue,
On a vesqui les bleus, on a coffré des bleus,
Tu connais l’enjeu
(Gamin, la prison c’est pas un jeu)
On fait pas la fiesta, Rolex au poignet
Y’a pas d’festina
Mais qu’est-ce qui y’a ?
Y’a un problème, dis moi
(Y’a un problème dis moi)
SVR not a regular car
London to Paris a 6 hours drive
But I do it in a 4 in half
Whip the lamb like it’s formula 1
When you been through all the things that I have
Everything else is a walk in the park
I told them I rap and before they would laugh
Now we walk in the club and they know who we are
I’m not shaking my leg but my jewellery dance
In America sat by the pool with a jawn
Lucky I never been jail
Immigration asking if there’s cases I’ve caught in the past
J’parle mal j’suis impoli moi,
Jsuis tout seul dans le bolide noir,
S’en sortir c’est la seule histoire
Aux arrivants j’ai plus d’espoir
Liberté pour mes reufs, j’espère
Sur la route du succès faut pas que j’me perde,
Combien de temps j’ai pas vu mon père,
J’revais de finir à Manchester
Cava?
Everything good, I made it out the hood
With my bros so we stick with each other
If im fucking a bitch, I don’t trust her enough
Gotta cover my dick with a rubber
Buy a whip for my pops and my grandma
My brother, my cousin, my chick and my mother
Remember back then I would suffer
And now I got cribs in four different boroughs
I’m in Paris, tryna drop rizz
But they don’t understand ‘cos they’re speakin French
Why she keep on saying “wesh”?
I’m just tryna be direct
Rappers see me as threat
So they leaving me on read
When they put me on their song
They gotta write their verse again
They gotta go pick up their pen
On fait pas la fiesta, Rolex au poignet
Y’a pas d’festina
Mais qu’est-ce qui y’a ?
Y’a un problème, dis moi
(Y’a un problème dis moi)
SVR not a regular car
London to Paris a 6 hours drive
But I do it in a 4 in half
Whip the lamb like it’s formula 1
When you been through all the things that I have
Everything else is a walk in the park
I told them I rap and before they would laugh
Now we walk in the club and they know who we are
I’m not shaking my leg but my jewellery dance
In America sat by the pool with a jawn
Lucky I never been jail
Immigration asking if there’s cases I’ve caught in the past
J’parle mal j’suis impoli moi,
Jsuis tout seul dans le bolide noir,
S’en sortir c’est la seule histoire
Aux arrivants j’ai plus d’espoir
Liberté pour mes reufs, j’espère
Sur la route du succès faut pas que j’me perde,
Combien de temps j’ai pas vu mon père,
J’revais de finir à Manchester