Don Choa — Demain j't'appelle song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Demain j't'appelle" by Don Choa.
Lyrics
Dans les clubs il y a des go mortelles
On va jouer les pilleurs rien que pour elles
Prêt à ambiancer ces miss
Soudain le regard de cette métisse
Me stoppe, je n’ai pas pu résister
Miss t’es rea-really bonne, rea- really really bonne
Et c’est du vrai, pas du si-sili silicone
Tu t'éclates, tu déboites, tu squattes le podium
L’air est moite, la boite d’vient une fumerie d’opium
J’te mens pas, tu chauffes de haut en bas
Quand on voit ton bon-pas on dit «matte la bomba»
Ton regard ne trompe pas tu as c’que les autres n’ont pas
Me mets pas de stop, girl, donne moi ton number
Hey miss, me mets pas de stop, approches-toi faut que j’te dise (j'te dise)
J’peux pas partir sans ton phone, laches-moi ton 06
Tu m’rends dingue, t’es trop belle (trop belle)
Demain j’t’apelle
Hey miss, me mets pas de stop, hey miss, hey miss
Hey miss, me mets pas de stop, hey miss, hey miss
Approches-toi faut que j’te dise
Tu veux danser pour une bague de fiancé
Tu veux l’son pour danser à la Beyoncé
Tu veux t’ambiancer, reste dans ta lancée
J’viens pas t’offenser même si j’suis défoncé
Lady, tu sais ce que j’veux n’est-ce pas
Et si tu viens pas, j’en mourrais pas
Mais ca te chauffe, approche, faut pas que tu t’arretes
Dans ma poche, c’est ni mon phone, ni mes cigarettes
J’viens claquer ma paye, siffler les bouteilles
Vider les cocktails, vise la top model
Jette un oeil dans le club tu vois cette go mortelle
Trop belle, donne moi ton phone et demain j’t’appelle
Tu m’as trop rendu fou miss
Impossible que j’t’oublie
J’peux pas repartir sans ton 06
Hey miss, me mets pas de stop, approches-toi faut que j’te dise (j'te dise)
J’peux pas partir sans ton phone, laches-moi ton 06
Tu m’rends dingue, t’es trop belle (trop belle)
Demain j’t’apelle
Lyrics translation
In clubs there are deadly go's
We're gonna play looters just for them.
Ready to ambitiate these miss
Suddenly the look of this half-breed
Stop me, I could not resist
Miss you're rea-really good, rea-really really good
And it's real, not si-sili silicone
You're out, you're out, you're out, you're out, you're out, you're out, you're out, you're out, you're out.
The air is moist, the box comes an opium den
I'm not lying to you, you're heating up and down
When we see your good-not we say " matte the bomb»
Your look does not deceive you have that others have not
Don't stop me, girl, give me your number.
Hey miss, don't stop me, come closer I have to tell you (I tell you)
I can't leave without your phone, leave me your 06
You drive me crazy, you're too beautiful (too beautiful)
Tomorrow I'll call you
Hey miss, don't stop me, Hey miss, Hey miss
Hey miss, don't stop me, Hey miss, Hey miss
Come closer I have to tell you
You want to dance for a fiance ring
You want the sound to dance to Beyoncé
You want to ambitiate yourself, stay in your momentum
I'm not here to offend you even though I'm high.
Lady, you know what I want, don't you?
And if you don't come, I won't die.
But it warms you, come closer, you don't have to stop
In my pocket is neither my phone nor my cigarettes
I come to slam my paycheck, whistle the bottles
Empty the cocktails, aim the top model
Take a look at the club you see this deadly go
Too beautiful, give me your phone and tomorrow I'll call you
You've made me too crazy, miss.
I can't forget you.
I can't leave without your 06.
Hey miss, don't stop me, come closer I have to tell you (I tell you)
I can't leave without your phone, leave me your 06
You drive me crazy, you're too beautiful (too beautiful)
Tomorrow I'll call you