Pusha T — Black Card song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Black Card" by Pusha T.
Lyrics
Mes négros sont dans la place comme Rosa Parks
J’ai l’génie, la taille, la nation d’Bonaparte
Nique sa mère le rap, vive les chattes, les black cards
Ils veulent nous voir souffrir comme eux tous ces bâtards
Ma mine et moi on taff d’arrache pied
Comme Vania on veut l’million en fourrant toutes ces tasses-pé
Nager sur océan d’billets c’est c’que j’appelle brasser
Marie-toi à la rue t’auras pas de bague, t’auras le bracelet, nigga
Konichiwa, Namasté, Dieu merci j’ai pas d’paparazzi
J’peux prendre le thé ou m’faire sucer sur ma rasse-té
Rien qu’ta gueule elle fout l’seum
Ma chérie tu sais que ma ueue-q va pas se sucer toute seule
Tu pourras t’lever à 7 heures, ou à 5 heures
L’avenir appartient qu'à un seul négro dans l’secteur
Baise la fille, la mère, la sœur d’cet enculé d’inspecteur
Tu fais l’gars chaud jusqu'à c’que tu prennes un coup d’extincteur
Nigger
J’te baise devant la glace nique sa race Candyman
(Joke, no Joke)
J’te baise devant la glace nique sa race Candyman
(Joke, no joke)
J’te baise devant la glace nique sa race Candyman
Flow killer, no nigga fuckin' with the boy
Album of the year, dope dealers jump for joy
Inspired as they battleship and then they foreign toys
Listenin' to the realest nigga makin' all the noise
My name is my name, 'cain is to blame
Slave to the kilo, the chain still remains
Yuugh, the G.O.O.D. Music kingpin
Window of opportunity is really shrinkin'
Trigger finger steady, let these hollows sink in You need an army to test them, the fuck was you thinkin'?
Wooh, I done seen it all done it all
Shop with every jeweler, sold a ton of raw
Had the Franck Müller with the bezel thawed
My double pump days had to saw the metal off
Yuugh, it’s the life of crime
They say it in they raps but this life is mine
Push
Bouge pas, j’ai ta tête dans la lunette
Rare comme un diamant français qui vient pas du bled
Mes négros peuvent faire toute sorte de sale pour des euros
Mes négros peuvent faire toute sorte de sale pour des euros
Bâtard, j’charbonne pour ma black card
L’Etat français nous doit une black card
C’est l’argent le cercueil ou le placard
Mes Blancs, mes Noirs, mes Chinois veulent leur black card
Le rap j’lui creuse sa tombe à mesure qu’j’creuse ma tête
Les anciens veulent renaître autant que j’veux t’la mettre
Pour copier faut un patron, renoi, c’est moi le patron
T’as pas besoin d'être Michel-Ange pour qu’ton cerveau repeigne le plafond
J’me suis levé hier tellement j’me suis levé très tôt
Et vu c’que j’vous prépare j’crois que j’vais devoir me coucher très tard
J’fais glisser ta paire de bas
J’donne la main ils prennent le bras
Donc j’les doigte… et tu connais la suite mon négro
Lyrics translation
My niggers are in the place like Rosa Parks
I have the genius, the size, the nation of Bonaparte
Nique his mother rap, long live pussies, black cards
They want to see us suffer like they all these bastards
My mine and I are taff of foot
Like Vania we want the million by stuffing all these cups-P
Swimming on ocean of tickets that's what I call brewing
Get married on the street you'll have no ring, you'll have the bracelet, nigga
Konichiwa, Namasté, thank God I have no paparazzi
I can have tea or get sucked on my shaved
Just keep your mouth shut.
Honey you know that my ueue-q is not going to suck herself
You can get up at 7 o'clock, or at 5 o'clock
The future belongs to only one Negro in the sector
Fucking the daughter, mother, sister of this inspector fucker
You're a hot guy until you take a fire extinguisher.
Nigger
I fuck you in front of the ice nique his race Candyman
(Joke, no Joke)
I fuck you in front of the ice nique his race Candyman
(Joke, no joke)
I fuck you in front of the ice nique his race Candyman
Flow killer, no nigga fuckin ' with the boy
Album of the year, dope dealers jump for joy
Inspired as they battleship and then they foreign toys
Listen to the realest nigga makin ' all the noise
My name is my name, 'cain is to blame
Slave to the kilo, the chain still remains
Yuugh, the G. O. O. D. Music kingpin
Window of opportunity is really shrinking'
Trigger finger steady, let these hollows sink in you need an army to test them, the fuck was you thinkin'?
Wooh, I done seen it all done it all
Shop with every jeweler, sold a ton of raw
Had the Franck Müller with the bezel thawed
My double pump days had to saw the metal off
Yuugh, it's the life of crime
They say it in they raps but this life is mine
Push
Don't move, I got your head in the window.
Rare as a French diamond that does not come from the bled
My niggas can do any kind of dirty for euros
My niggas can do any kind of dirty for euros
Bastard, I charbonne for my black card
The French state owes us a black card
It is the money the coffin or the closet
My whites, my Blacks, my Chinese want their black card
Rap I dig his grave as I dig my head
The ancients want to be reborn as much as I want to put it on you
To copy you need a boss, renoi, I'm the boss
You don't have to be Michelangelo for your brain to repaint the ceiling.
I got up yesterday so much I got up very early
And since I'm preparing you I think I'll have to go to bed very late
I'm dragging your pair of stockings
I give the hand they take the arm
So I finger them ... and you know the next thing you know, my nigger.