More songs by Theodora
Description
Associated Performer: HollyG feat. Theodora
Associated Performer, Lyricist: HollyG
Associated Performer, Lyricist: Theodora
Composer: Mufasa
Lyricist: Gredoire Sébastien
Producer: Masterdisk
Lyrics and translation
Original
Turn up Gucci!
Quand ou vè nou ka modé, feeling la ka balé, sexy jusqu'au bout des pieds, le carré vip est quadrillé.
Quand ou vè nou ka modé, feeling la ka balé, sexy jusqu'au bout des pieds, le carré vip est quadrillé. De quoi t'as peur?
C'est vrai, j'suis pretty girl. De, de, de quoi t'as peur? Zone ouverte, du Richter.
No ka palé, six trente-cinq, de quoi t'as peur?
Don't be afraid, I say bouillotte to the world. No Benz for Benz, nous c'est babies for babies.
And party never end, là, c'est babies on babies. Petit à petit, là, faut coller la petite.
Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler l'appétit. Tonight, on bouge, ça va craquer.
Et j'connais dans nos coups, pas de plaquettes. On trinque à la santé.
Pas d'ago, ma belle, on va te taper. J'casse mon dos, ça va twerker.
Vue sur mon boule, faut pas craquer. Congo, Guadeloupe, quality odorat, tu vas canner. No Benz for
Benz, nous c'est babies for babies.
And party never end, là, c'est babies on babies. Petit à petit, là, faut coller la petite.
Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler l'appétit. Et la petite, là, faut coller la petite.
Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler la petite.
Et la petite, là, faut coller la petite. Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler la petite.
Tuesday morning, la croix, ça monte. Dimanche paillasse, ça monte.
Bad bitch, vaste, ça monte. Long feel rich girl, ça monte. Gucci, ça, ça monte.
La black West End, ça monte. Les fleurs, ben, ça, ça monte. En zone, là, en speed, ça monte.
Dominique, ça monte. Congo, Congo, ça monte.
Et odorat immense, quality en zone, on monte, monte, monte, monte. No Benz for Benz, nous c'est babies for babies.
And party never end, là, c'est babies on babies.
Petit à petit, là, faut coller la petite. Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler l'appétit.
Et la petite, là, faut coller la petite. Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler la petite.
Et la petite, là, faut coller la petite. Monsieur Bag, boy, faut pas nous voler la petite.
English translation
Turn up Gucci!
When you're fashionable, feeling la ka balé, sexy to the tips of your toes, the VIP square is squared.
When you're fashionable, feeling la ka balé, sexy to the tips of your toes, the VIP square is squared. What are you afraid of?
It's true, I'm a pretty girl. Of, of, what are you afraid of? Open area, Richter.
No ka palé, six thirty-five, what are you afraid of?
Don't be afraid, I say bouillotte to the world. No Benz for Benz, we are babies for babies.
And party never end, it's babies on babies. Little by little, you have to glue the little one.
Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal our appetite. Tonight, let's move, it's going to crack.
And I know in our shots, no platelets. We toast to health.
No worries, my dear, we're going to hit you. I'm breaking my back, it's going to twerk.
View on my ball, don't give in. Congo, Guadeloupe, quality of smell, you're going to be sick. No Benz for
Benz, we are babies for babies.
And party never end, it's babies on babies. Little by little, you have to glue the little one.
Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal our appetite. And the little one, there, you have to stick the little one.
Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal the little one from us.
And the little one, there, you have to stick the little one. Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal the little one from us.
Tuesday morning, the cross is going up. Sunday on the bench, things are going up.
Bad bitch, vast, it goes up. Long feel rich girl, it's going up. Gucci is on the rise.
The black West End is on the rise. The flowers, well, that’s going up. In the zone, there, in speed, it goes up.
Dominique, it’s going up. Congo, Congo, it's going up.
And immense sense of smell, quality in the area, we go up, up, up, up. No Benz for Benz, we are babies for babies.
And party never end, it's babies on babies.
Little by little, you have to glue the little one. Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal our appetite.
And the little one, there, you have to stick the little one. Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal the little one from us.
And the little one, there, you have to stick the little one. Mr. Bag, boy, don't steal the little one from us.