50 Cent - We Up (ft. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd) (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, uh-huh
They don't do it how we do
n*ggas ain’t on the sh*t we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)

[Couplet 1: 50 Cent]
I’m around the bullsh*t like a matador
I’m used to the bullsh*t, it don’t matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, acc*mulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pus*y make a weak n*gga break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese a b*tch gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you n*ggas ain’t sh*t to me
Worse than the sc*m in the slum I’m from
I’m a Southside n*gga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next n*gga coroners come outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum n*gga with a bum b*tch your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich n*gga b*tch look like that?

[Refrain: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pullin’, down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
n*ggas ain’t on the sh*t we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, n*gga!
[Couplet 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho n*gga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a n*gga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
f*ck n*gga you f*cked over your father when he gave you a di*k
Should have been a b*tch in pajamas
I made my first million f*cking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this sh*t don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I f*ck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids
K-Dot

[Refrain]

[Couplet 3: 50 Cent]
Good pus*y for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck b*tch
It feels like a n*gga dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, n*ggas leanin’
Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a n*gga run the game boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherf*ck the fame
[Refrain]

[Couplet 4: Kidd Kidd]
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e
M-Zone Rida Gang end the story
Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you aren't, fly n*gga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, bedroom or restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring