Rim'K — Everyday song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Everyday" by Rim'K.
Lyrics
Un rebeu dans l'épicerie
J’paye avec de faux cultes
Deux grammes de Colombie
Ça c’est pour faire kiffer ta bitch
J’me suis payé un plus gros brolique
J’me suis payé une villa dans l’sud
On vit avec la flicaille au uc'
Y’a qu’des missiles, viens dans mon stud'
Oh, la vie est belle
Des sous dans un sac poubelle
D’la haine et du sang sous les semelles
J’suis comme un esclave
Contre le maître je me rebelle
J’rêve de braquer la Bank of America déguisé en père Noel
Aux douanes j’passe à la fouille corporelle
Ils veulent voir c’que j’ai dans le sarouel
Toujours suspect dans une berline black
En virée nocturne on scotch les plâtres
Tractions, tractions
On s’maintient même quand y’a pas d’sous
La voix toujours enrouée
Les billets bien enroulés
Ils ont rêvé qu’ils m’voyaient couler
Mais ce joursn’est jamais arrivé
All around this bitch with 10 bands on a nigga like everyday
I’m from East Atlanta, I can get money in like every way
Ridin' round and round listening to 2Pac prayin' for better days
If I want, Imma cop it right then I ain’t motherfucking hesitatin'
On a lil' bitch pushed too hard had a lil' hoe devastated
And I sold out every week on that block cause I sell the latest
And I don’t think about shit too hard, hell no no meditatin'
I’m from the East
No West but I need me a Kim Kardashian
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
J’voulais fuir le quartier, j’suis parti à Roissy et j’ai pris un billet
Arrivé aux USA, ils m’ont dit c'était chaud dans les rues ça tirait
Ma ville, Vitryo de Janeiro, mon gang, le Ciento Trece
J’leur ai dit vu ma situation, qu’j’en avais rien à cirer
Mon histoire commence rue Camille Groult
Nourri de déception, j’ai fait ma route
J’aurais fait plus d’argent sur les terrains d’foot
Mais tant qu’la mama est bien j’en ai rien à foutre
Tant qu’elle met ce qu’elle veut dans la soute
Tant qu’elle met ce qu’elle veut dans la soute
Les deux pieds ancrés dans le quartier
À créer des liens qu’on ne peut dissoudre
Everyday I walk around with a lot of money
Lucci, I like a lot of homie
XXX a nigga like me you know I need a lot of commas
Hundred truth for the ratchet but everyday I lie to someone
Me and Rim’k going crazy on a beat like this hey
I’m at the Eiffel Tower gettin' head from a freak like this hey
XXX, hell no let me get this shit clear
Reincarnation, Quan goin' crazy, swear to God I’ve been here
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Lyrics translation
A rebeu in the grocery store
I pay with fake cults
Two grams of Colombia
This is to make your bitch kiffer
I paid myself a bigger brolique
I bought myself a villa in the South
We live with the cops at uc'
It's only missiles, come in my stud'
Oh, life is beautiful
Pennies in a garbage bag
Hatred and blood under the soles
I'm like a slave
Against the master I rebel
I dream of robbing Bank of America disguised as Santa Claus
At customs I go to the body search
They want to see what I have in harem pants
Still suspicious in a black sedan
Night out on scotch plasters
Pull - Ups, Pull-Ups
We keep up even when there's no money
The voice always hoarse
Well-rolled banknotes
They dreamed that they saw me sink
But this day never happened
All around this bitch with 10 bands on a nigga like everyday
I'm from East Atlanta, I can get money in like every way
Ridin 'round and round listening to 2Pac prayin' for better days
If I want, Imma cop it right then I ain't fucking hesitatin'
On a lil 'bitch pushed too hard had a lil' hoe ravaged
And I sold out every week on that block cause I sell the latest
And I don't think about shit too hard, hell No no meditatin'
I'm from the East
No West but I need me a Kim Kardashian
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
I wanted to flee the neighborhood, I went to Roissy and took a ticket
Arrived in the USA, they told me it was hot on the streets it was shooting
My city, Vitryo de Janeiro, my gang, Le Cento Trece
I told them, given my situation, that I had nothing to wax about.
My story begins rue Camille grout
Fed with disappointment, I made my way
I would have made more money on the football fields
But as long as mama's Okay, I don't give a shit.
Tant qu’elle met ce qu’elle veut dans la soute
Tant qu’elle met ce qu’elle veut dans la soute
Les deux pieds ancrés dans le quartier
À créer des liens qu’on ne peut dissoudre
Everyday I walk around with a lot of money
Lucci, I like a lot of homie
XXX a nigga like me you know I need a lot of commas
Hundred truth for the ratchet but everyday I lie to someone
Me and Rim’k going crazy on a beat like this hey
I’m at the Eiffel Tower gettin' head from a freak like this hey
XXX, hell no let me get this shit clear
Reincarnation, Quan goin' crazy, swear to God I’ve been here
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday