FREESTYLE DRILL IVOIRE 6 Lyrics (English Translation) – Himra

Read the full FREESTYLE DRILL IVOIRE 6 (English Translation) lyrics by Himra along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Himra’s music, you can also explore YOUNG RICH PAPI, another song by Himra.

[Part 1]
Yeah
Once, once, once

Your dignity is poorly dressed
We wage war well dressed
I’m the most influential Ivorian, so I didn’t write anything in my bio
The mirror makes me old, but avoiding it doesn’t make me young
Competition can’t play a role
I’m an RS6, you’re a Clio
It’s a problem if you owe me
I have ambition in my fingers
I don’t pray to God for your fall, I pray to be stronger than you
There’s nothing in front of you, R.A.S
I’m efficient, Lionel
Messi or PCS
Messi or PCS
AMG GTS
I run with them in the game, in the charts like EPS
In the charts like EPS
AMG GTS
GTA Character
I’m rich without BTS
Oh damn damn
Messi or PCS
AMG GTS
AMG GTS
Oh damn damn
In the charts like EPS
In the charts like EPS
Character GTA

[Part 2]
Atassa Atassa
Daviiiid Atassa
It’s my little noes! All the way to Medina
It’s my little noes! Hey, it’s my little noes!

Don’t cry!
Don’t cry!

[Chorus]
I control the game, it’s my kids, no.
I took out the axe and rifle, no.
I broke up the damned dances, no.
I broke up the damned dances, no.
I’m as violent as all your gbagbadji, no.
Take that, yeta, yeta, Katinan.
I broke up the damned dances, no.
I broke up the damned dances, no.

[Single Verse]
Atassa, I’m in your life, concu.
Legendary, I need a documentary.
I take them, I drop them off at Dokui.
Your rapper is as bad as the meal on the plane.
Don’t give your back to the feline, I’ll bite your flags.
Your morgor fake, wh*re.
At 27, I’m shuga.
The little girl drinks my semen, like, like, she drinks soda.
Agogo, it seems he broke your limbs, Tchaikabo.
Agogo, in front of me, you can’t raise a crowd, leave your djabaros
Gnetta gnetta
I put you in competition with your Siamese twin, I’m still on top.
I put my girl in business class, you curl up in Angré.
In Paris, I have an RS6, Babi, I have a GMC.
Don’t compare me to rappers whose arms are shaped like their feet.

[Chorus]
I control the game, it’s my kids, no.
I took out the axe and rifle, no.
I broke up the damned dances, no.
I broke up the damned dances, no.
I’m as violent as all your gbagbadji, no.
Take that, yeta, yeta, Katinan.
I broke up the damned dances, no.
I broke up the damned dances, no.