Rick Ross — 1.8.7 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "1.8.7" by Rick Ross.
Lyrics
It’s global
This worldwide right here
From London, Africa, U. S Booba ! Rozay ! Ugh !
Need the money on a scale baby
Real niggas worldwide you heard me?
It’s all we know, yeah
J’suis sur la lune, sont au moyen âge
V-12, sans rancune j’ai le carénage
D’puis Beat de Boul c’est le carnage
Parait qu’j’suis juif? Je t’enfonce une grosse bite ashkénaze
Carré d’as, VIP dans marécage
Brazamizi RIP Malekal
Alerte aux rappeurs français, v’là les nazes
Combien font rap de poucaves, v’là les blazes
J’suis posé, tranquile au calme
Un mètre quatre-vingt douze, 102 kilogrammes
J’peux toutes les kéni, j’suis polygame
Ici c’est Tallac, fuck Sony, fuck PolyGram
Y a qu’dans la rue qu’j’ai eu du piston, c’est dommage
Aller-retour en prison, c’est normal
Remonte l’avenue des champs en DeLorean
Ma source de revenu dans du cellophane
On a perdu des frères, on ne s’en est jamais remis
Si peu d’adversaires, tellement d’ennemis
Hash, kalash négro bou-bouge sur la mélodie
Drogue shit rap renoi pour nous c’est la belle vie
La belle viiiiiie, la belle viiiiiie
Uzi mitraillettes et 1.8.7. sur la mélodie
Bouteilles en l’ai-aia-a-air !
Attends qu’Jésus revienne on prend du biff on refait nos vies
Gangster shit
Les royalties c’est mieux qu’la cess
J’vais plus au hebs, mon studio c’est mon Classe S-
600, Lorinser puissant
Après-skis sur mon terrain terrain glissant
Sénégalais personne peut m'égaler
Sur un million d’euros mon négro j’aime bien m'étaler
J’aime faire la guerre demande à mes alliés
Ma mère est fière j’suis tellement médaillé
La drogue c’est compliqué donc je l’ai détaillée
Criminel en stage enfermé dans cage d’escalier
J’suis chaud comme le premier août
Ding-dong bâtard t’es KO premier round
La jeunesse en DTRS
En France qui roule en CLS attires les CRS
Rebelle comme Casamance et Mendy Gomis
Nos flingues sont plus gros qu’ceux d’la police
Maybach Music
I ride for my dawgz and I swear to God
From a scrub on the corner, webs on the wall
I used to be that youngin' on a air mattress
Now it’s Panameras, fly private to Paris
Niggas on the sideline wanna see me touch
I wanna see their faces when that trigger bust
All them boys I ran with, they gave 'em ten and up When I made forty mil I tatted «live it up»
We glorify the niggas who done did time
Homies love you and they hate you at the same time
Gold Cuban Linx with the Benz sign
Club photographs throwin' gang signs
Niggas sound spiteful when you livin' right
Michael Tyson money winnin' is a sacrifice
Don King nigga, milli on the ring (boss)
It’s Ricky Rozay, Booba do your thing
Lyrics translation
It's global
This worldwide right here
From London, Africa, U. S Booba ! Rozay ! Ugh !
Need the money on a scale baby
Real niggas worldwide you heard me?
It's all we know, yeah
I'm on the moon, are in the Middle Ages
V-12, no grudges I have the fairing
D'ai beat De Boul it's the carnage
I hear I'm Jewish? I shove a big Ashkenazi dick in you
Ace square, VIP in swamp
Brazamizi RIP Malekal
Alert to French rappers, here come the Nazis
How many are rapping of thumbs, there goes the blazes
I'm laid, quiet to calm
One meter ninety-two, 102 kilograms
I can all Keni, I'm polygamist
This is Tallac, fuck Sony, fuck PolyGram
There is only in the street that I got piston, it's a pity
Back and forth in prison is normal.
Up the Avenue des champs in DeLorean
My source of income in cellophane
We lost brothers, we never recovered.
So few opponents, so many enemies
Hash, kalash nigger bou-move on melody
Drug shit rap renoi for us it's the beautiful life
The beautiful viiiiiie, the beautiful viiiiiie
Uzi submachine guns and 1.8.7. on the melody
Bottles in the ai-aia-a-air !
Wait till Jesus comes back we take biff we make our lives again
Gangster shit
Royalties are better than cess
I no longer go to hebs, my studio is my S-Class-
600, Lorinser powerful
After-skis on my terrain slippery terrain
Senegalese nobody can match me
On a million euros my nigger I like to spread out
I like to make war ask my allies
My mother is proud I'm so medalist
The drug is complicated so I detailed it
Stage criminal locked in stairwell
I'm hot as the first of August
Ding-dong bastard you'RE KO first round
Youth in DTRS
In France that rolls in CLS attracts CRS
Rebel like Casamance and Mendy Gomis
Nos flingues sont plus gros qu’ceux d’la police
Maybach Music
I ride for my dawgz and I swear to God
From a scrub on the corner, webs on the wall
I used to be that youngin' on a air mattress
Now it’s Panameras, fly private to Paris
Niggas on the sideline wanna see me touch
I wanna see their faces when that trigger bust
All them boys I ran with, they gave 'em ten and up When I made forty mil I tatted «live it up»
We glorify the niggas who done did time
Homies love you and they hate you at the same time
Gold Cuban Linx with the Benz sign
Club photographs throwin' gang signs
Niggas sound spiteful when you livin' right
Michael Tyson money winnin' is a sacrifice
Don King nigga, milli on the ring (boss)
It’s Ricky Rozay, Booba do your thing