+91 Lyrics (English Translation) – R2

Read the full +91 (English Translation) lyrics by R2 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Niska]
R2
Zifu from Koros
Fouya (Fouya, fouya)
Mean, mean

[Verse 1: R2]
I’m kicking ass, I’m hungry like a country bumpkin
Hair like the bikers, peace out, see you later
I made the diamond, I didn’t sell the snow
I feel good in the back of her—, huh, it’s a carousel
She sees me, I see her, we know it’s going to get crazy

I send a text to my sister to teach her how to count
Now I’m mad at her, they called the cops
I put the gun in her mouth to teach her how to (??)
There’s money in the bag, the officer asks “what are you selling?” To tackle the project, I think I did it naturally
I’m inspired, I’m not some guy high on lean
She wants fusion, shout out to the yin and yang
She’s s*xy, her friend is gorgeous, they’re making shakas, fingers in front of the camera
I shed a tear in front of my dad’s tombstone, I go back to work, she’s s*xy, she’s wearing heels
He’s a little kid, he doesn’t know Double Bang 2, but he wants to judge us
I want the bills to turn purple, I put the fake bills in the UV machine
Very easily, you can die, very easily, they can find your address
Man, we’re comfortable, so comfortable, we’re taking back the throne and s*itting on the crown

[Chorus: R2 & Niska]
Letting loose on the bed, no, I let myself go on the bed
When I’m hitting them with the hammer blows to the head
I come from the 91, you can see it on my face
Once you’re dead, we’ll toast to you
Han, we keep going, we keep going
And I see that girl’s name in my DMs
Han, she was acting like an old-school girl (La, la, la)
The street, the real thing in my genes
No, acting like a \ isn’t the theme
The police don’t really like my ebony color
In diamonds, in rubies, I traded my chains

Once you’re dead, we’ll toast to you
Han, we keep going, we keep going
And I see that girl’s name in my DMs
B!tch, she was acting like an old-school girl

[Verse 2: Niska]
It’s 91 from the Bermuda Triangle side, nervous, like the competition on the avenue
They shot, they missed their chance, those ba*tards, exactly midnight, we came back
I open my bag, I stank up the block, I know all the license plates of the anti-crime squad
You don’t know how to cook a steak but you’re asking for a bag, huh, don’t tell me any bulls*it
I can’t leave the streets, it made me addicted, outside, we are the law, we dictated it
It’s the lack of money that made me aggressive, of course, when I don’t have any I’m possessed
I rap for the agitated thugs, with each verse the kids get excited
He fell into the trap, he gave her his heart, but her ass belongs to the hood
I raise a toast (Pour some more Ruinart), I think of the opps who left without saying goodbye (The Ferrari or the Lambo)
Every morning I wake up I have more (??) than a luxury car
Charlie D, RER D, shady transaction all the way to
Mardel Avenue Foch, Stalingrad, everywhere I go the boss welcomes me

[Chorus: R2 & Niska]
Letting go on the bed, no, I let myself go on the bed
When I hit them with the hammer blows to the head
Me, I come from the 91, you can see it on my face
Once you’re dead, we’ll drink to your health
Huh, we keep going, we keep going
And I see that girl’s name in my DMs
Huh, she was acting like an old-school girl (La, la, la)
The street, the real one in my genes
No, acting like a \ is not the theme
The police don’t really like my ebony color
In diamonds, in rubies, I traded my chains
Once you’re dead, we’ll drink to Yours
Han, let’s keep going, let’s keep going
And I see that girl’s name in my DMs
B!tch, she was acting like an old-fashioned girl