Freestyle Bonne Année Habibi Lyrics (English Translation) – Hornet La Frappe

Read the full Freestyle Bonne Année Habibi (English Translation) lyrics by Hornet La Frappe along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

They talk big about cash money
And three-quarters of them are drug addicts
They’re only loaded behind the microphone
While Daft Punk are still taking the subway
Don’t talk to me about love, I’m coming out of my cave
Replace “Happy New Year” with a “fu*k you”
You want my location, to know where I am
I didn’t tell you, but you’re not really my friend anymore
Nothing has changed since the gram of weed
I put two or three names on brand new bullets
She talks in my head, I don’t listen to what she says
She’s cute but she’s too skinny
We talk in code, it’s worse than the cops
I appreciate you, don’t ask me to love you
Everyone has their past, but you’ve hung around too much
Small-minded girl, but her resume is too good
XXX I don’t drink too much alcohol anymore
Enghien Casino, I put everything on 6
Thug rap, not new school
Making the street sing, that’s the real challenge
I was a visionary without doing coke
Invest in gold and even in steel
Nothing but elbow blows to new faces
What disgusts me gives me inspiration

Everything without crime
Billions in streams
Need hits like J Balvin
I do the essentials, I need to improve
My dad would rather see me in religion
It’s already the weekend under Moroccan hash
Damn, what kind of life are you giving me?
You only hit me up on Saturday nights like a girl
What are you doing to me?

Little thug grew up in the hood
You acted tough, you got it in the head

Often our names resonate in the investigation
He hurt you, send us his address
There are Cayenne olives under the press
There are Cayenne olives under the press
Little thug grew up in the hood
You acted tough, you got it Stuck in my head

I know they don’t like it when an Arab shines
Speak in French, no “habibi”
Broken head, lack of chivalry
It’s too much like psychiatry
We ruined all our relationships in the end
It’ll be a massage with a happy ending, like the old days

He takes his ice and his dentures
His diamond watch, I’ll leave it to him, it’s fake
Clever Arab, now retired
I’ve been wearing pairs of Nikes since the start of the school year
Her summer body comes from Turkey
Like her Van Cleef and her Birkin (Oh)
I got rid of the fakes and the traitors
And those who try to get into my head
I’m the genius they were pushing into retirement
I’m going to show you how to get it back

I know they don’t like it when an Arab shines
Speak in French, no “habibi”
Broken head, lack of chivalry
It’s too much like psychiatry
We ruined all our relationships in the end
It’ll be a massage with a happy ending, like the old days

Little hustler grew up in the hood
You acted tough, you got hit in the head
Often our names resonate in the investigation
He hurt you, send us his address
There are Cayenne olives under the press
There are Cayenne olives under the press
Little hustler grew up in the hood
You acted tough, you got hit in the head

I know they don’t like it when an Arab shines
Speak in French, no “habibi”
Broken head, lack of chivalry
It’s too much like psychiatry
We ruined all our relationships in the end
It’ll be a massage with a happy ending, like the old days