“Colisée” Lyrics by Werenoi is a latest French song in the voice of Werenoi. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Colisée” song lyrics are also written by Werenoi. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. The song “Colisée” by Werenoi talks about street life, fast money, and survival in a tough environment. He describes his flashy lifestyle, the risks he takes, and how he deals with fake people around him. There’s a mix of pride and coldness in his words, showing how far he’s come but also how dangerous his world still is. It’s intense, raw, and unapologetically real.
Paroles de Colisée – Werenoi
[Couplet 1]
Un fer dans un fer, j’les mets deux par deux, sacoche à vingt balles deux
Et quand j’leur visser la coke, ils inhalent comme le nez à Depardieu
J’ai train de vie extravagant, la kichta rentre plus dans la boite à gants
Quand je les traque sur des kilomètres, ces bâtards ne font que jurer par Dieu
Je vous regarde peu, car vous mentez en m’guettant dans les deux yeux
On t’attrape, on t’fait la coupe à Barthez, sur Paname, je prends une kichta par tess
Et comme s’alourdit l’addition, j’souris pendant la perquis’
Le terrain glisse comme sur la banquise, à 310, ça réduit la vision
[Pré-refrain]
Deux-trois shooters, des billets d’cent
On peut t’éliminer par une vente
Si je passe un coup d’bigot, c’est illico
Couteau rayé comme une jante
Beaucoup de haine, très peu d’orgueil, je recule plus
Comme les deux M que j’ai coffrés, j’les calcule plus (Carré, carré, carré)
[Refrain]
J’remplis même le Colisée, j’ai ma ‘teille alcoolisée
J’descends d’une pente coulissante (Carré, carré, carré, carré)
Veulent me voir agoniser
Et même tes économies restent encore insignifiantes
[Couplet 2]
J’prends pas les miettes
Et j’les laisse aux rats qui s’inventent des vies dans la zone, vu que j’connais les maths
Il passe le salam, il dit qu’il est pressé, mais il reste, on connait le mythe
Il s’prend pour le seau dans le puits
J’lui laisse un pétard mouillé, vu qu’il est né de la dernière pluie (Carré)
Encore un meurtre, encore une sale histoire, mais j’ai ni chaud ni froid, Allah y ster
J’ai vu trop de biff, et même en streams, j’totalise plusieurs fois la France entière
Le rap en string, j’lai tellement secoué qu’il a bé-gèr toutes mes certifications SNEP (Encore un disque, encore un disque)
Y’a plus de trafic dans nos cités que sur le net
[Pré-refrain]
Deux-trois shooters, des billets d’cent
On peut t’éliminer par une vente
Si je passe un coup d’bigot, c’est illico
Couteau rayé comme une jante
Beaucoup de haine, très peu d’orgueil, je recule plus
Comme les deux M que j’ai coffrés, j’les calcule plus (Carré, carré, carré)
[Refrain]
J’remplis même le Colisée, j’ai ma ‘teille alcoolisée
J’descends d’une pente coulissante (Carré, carré, carré, carré)
Veulent me voir agoniser
Et même tes économies reste encore insignifiantes (Carré, carré, carré, carré)
[Outro]
J’remplis même le Colisée, j’ai ma ‘teille alcoolisée
J’descends d’une pente coulissante (Carré, carré, carré, carré)
Veulent me voir agoniser
Et même tes économies restent encore insignifiantes (Carré, carré, carré, carré)
J’remplis même le Colisée, j’ai ma ‘teille alcoolisée
J’descends d’une pente coulissante (Carré, carré, carré, carré)
Veulent me voir agoniser
Et même tes économies restent encore insignifiantes
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Colisée Lyrics Meaning
[Couplet 1]
He’s talking about being armed and ready, moving in pairs, carrying weapons and cash like it’s nothing. When he deals drügs, people take it eagerly, almost too desperately, like someone with a huge nose sniffing hard. His lifestyle is over the top—he’s got so much money it can’t even fit in the glovebox of his car. He chases people down for miles, and all they do is swear on God, pretending to be real. But he doesn’t even look at them much because he knows they lie while looking him straight in the eyes. If they catch you, you’ll get a brutal treatment, referencing a shaved-head style like French goalie Barthez. He’s out in Paris, making serious money from each block. Even when the cops show up to search his place, he stays calm and even smiles. Life moves fast, slippery like ice, and speeding at 310 km/h messes with your vision.
[Pré-refrain]
He’s describing a quick, dangerous lifestyle—just a few drinks, hundred-euro bills, and a shady deal could cost someone their life. If he makes a phone call, things happen immediately. His blade is scratched like a car rim, showing it’s been used. There’s a lot of hate around, not much pride, and he’s done backing down. People he once trusted or handled are now completely irrelevant to him.
[Refrain]
He’s performing so big now, he could fill up the Colosseum. He’s got his bottle of alcohol, sliding down a risky path. People want to see him fail or suffer, but he shrugs it off, saying even their best savings still don’t compare to what he’s got going on.
[Couplet 2]
He’s not here for crumbs—he leaves the small stuff to the pretenders who fake street lives. He knows how the game works, especially with money. Some people act like they’re in a rush, giving greetings and pretending they’re busy, but they linger—just playing a role everyone’s seen before. One guy acts important but isn’t; he gives him a dud weapon because he knows he’s not built for this life. Another murder or messy story doesn’t faze him—he’s seen too much, and he leaves it to God to protect him. He’s touched so much money, not just in the streets but also through his music streams, racking up numbers that rival the population of France. He shook the rap game so hard that it practically fell apart, and he earned a bunch of certifications for it. In his view, there’s more illegal hustle in the hood than there is traffic online.
[Pré-refrain]
Just like before, a few drinks, some big bills, and a single deal could end someone. One call from him and things happen right away. His knife’s worn out from use. There’s so much hate around, barely any honor, and he’s done retreating. The people he once locked up mentally or cut off, he doesn’t even think about them anymore.
[Refrain]
He’s reached a point where his fame and power could fill up an arena. With a bottle in hand, he’s sliding down a dangerous slope, but people still want to see him go down. He’s unbothered, pointing out how small their money is compared to his world.
[Outro]
Again, he repeats that he’s powerful enough to pack the Colosseum, and even though he’s on a dangerous and slippery path, he’s still standing. People want him to crash and burn, to suffer, but even at their best, their money or efforts don’t come close to shaking his success. He emphasizes that gap by saying it over and over—it’s not even close.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung Colisée song?
A. Colisée song is sung by Werenoi.
Q. Who wrote Colisée lyrics?
A. Colisée lyrics are penned by Werenoi.
Q. Who has given the music of Colisée song?
A. Colisée music is composed and produced by Werenoi.
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