FANCULO Lyrics (English Translation) – Emis Killa

Read the full FANCULO (English Translation) lyrics by Emis Killa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Emis Killa’s music, you can also explore ROBB STARK and CALDA, two other songs by Emis Killa.

[Intro: Baby Gang]
Hey, hey

[Chorus: Baby Gang & Emis Killa]
I’ve never trusted anyone
Before I was nobody, now I’m somebody
Hands behind your back, then against the wall
Fu*k you, fu*k you
I’ve never kissed anyone’s ass
You hear the shots, but, bro, it’s not New Year’s Eve
If they ask who did it, nobody
Fu*k you, fu*k you

[Verse 1: Emis Killa]
My people have cold blood, hot heads (Ah)
Five square meters in the cool (Brrah), not in a sauna
I don’t quantify respect with years in prison (Nah, nah)
What matters is how big your d!ck is, not the sentence (You just talk), ah
Walk straight, as true as you’ll fall (Ah), ah
If he acts tough with others behind him (Ah), ah
Start putting on your Armani suit (Yes)
Because we’re under your house fully armed, ah
This scene is fake, they don’t even know the ABCs of the street and they sit in the professor’s chair
My friend can’t put two letters together, what a fool
And yet he’s a master with that AK (Ra-ta-ta-ta), ah
I don’t know how to paint a rainbow (Uh)
But I can give you black eyes like Liz Taylor
I can tell you to go to hell and to the cemetery
Just press the trigger with my middle finger (Rrah)

[Chorus: Baby Gang & Emis Killa]
I’ve never trusted anyone
Before I was nobody, now I’m somebody
Hands behind your back, then against the wall
Fu*k you, fu*k you
I’ve never kissed anyone’s ass
You hear the shots, but, bro, it’s not New Year’s Eve

If they ask who did it, nobody
Fu*k you, fu*k you

[Verse 2: Baby Gang]
I come from the jail, from the darkness
I couldn’t see anything Moon, but one
They still pulled me over
The cops: “Are you sure you don’t have anything?”
He swears
I swear that
I swear, it wasn’t me, bro, believe me
I have two handcuffs on my wrists, now two Patek
Perfume, yes, of money, I smell of jail
Like a narco, a narco, a narco, eh-eh
Mom, I got myself into trouble
Like when I was a kid with a bandana on my head
I fu*k everyone over so I don’t get fu*ked over
In this s*it, I’m savage
When I enter the club
Your pu*sy looks closely at my bust down, Thotiana
I don’t give a damn who you belong to
Or what your last name is or what your father’s name is

[Chorus: Baby Gang & Emis Killa]
I’ve never trusted anyone
Before I was nobody, now I’m somebody
Hands behind my back, then against the wall
Fu*k you, fu*k you
I’ve never kissed anyone’s ass
You hear the bangs, but, bro, it’s not New Year’s Eve
If they ask me who did it, nobody
Fu*k you, fu*k you