Rim'K Cellophané Lyrics English Translation

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I have the stamp of the king of Morocco on my plate

Spills champagne for 1000 euros on the carpet

Spend a marvelous evening with a kardash'

Slam my pennies to amster' with my kardesh

I have the pouches with the canna leaves'

It's the Italian mafia, the cali cartel

In front of hall 13, I was cutting slats

I'm ringing the fire alarm at the hotel

New bloom, I roll a firecracker

Homemade, weed and honey

To find sleep, at 6 in the morning the police wake me up

They called the police for me

It smelled like weed in front of my house

I stashed my bills, stashed the pe-fra

I'm going to be in trouble, maybe in the closet

So I light a big spliff, harmful, big spliff

In club the grey goose I whistle it, I whistle it

I think I'm a wholesaler, wholesaler

Smartphone for prison, cellophané

I get to me-da the coffees are closed

A wad of banknotes, cellophaneée

20 grams of little cellophanés

On the t-shirt, weed life, rim'kush

She loses her thong, she loses her kerche

For us it's blèche, there is no dry season

And even when the price of a kilo skyrockets

I pass the crash tests, all the breathalyzers

When poultry arrives, no better hiding place than buttocks

In the cockpit, I hid the beu-her

And chefchaouen na3na3 in the teapot

Salt3a comes to marbella

We haggle the hashish and the hookah

With the friends we make the grills

Nique your mother, you're not invited

They called the police for me

It smelled like weed in front of my house

I stashed my bills, stashed the pe-fra

I'm going to be in trouble, maybe in the closet

So I light a big spliff, harmful, big spliff

In club the grey goose I whistle it, I whistle it

I think I'm a wholesaler, wholesaler

They called the police for me

It smelled like weed in front of my house

I stashed my bills, stashed the pe-fra

I'm going to be in trouble, maybe in the closet

So I light a big spliff, harmful, big spliff

In club the grey goose I whistle it, I whistle it

I think I'm a wholesaler, wholesaler

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