Balader [English translation]

Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta

Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta

Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta

Masta, Masta, Masta...

[Verse 1: Master's Gim]

At first I was doing songs to impress schoolgirls

Then I did it to impress the high school girls

Then, whispered to me that I could become numero uno

There is even peoples who saying that we could make one to two

I went from anonymity to small social gatherings

I do not like too much caviar let me my plate of penne

I arrive in bolide, rude, I hate stirs cousin

That unusual texts, I am strong, I'm the same

[Chorus: Maitre Gims]

So I'll go walk

Go walk (yeah)

Walk

Go walk (yeah)

I'll walk to the Champs Elysees

I said, I'll walk to the Champs Elysees

I'll walk, I'llwalk (x3)

I'll walk to the Champs Elysees

[Verse 2: Barack Adama]

First, one for ours

I fuck all other

I work every day

Sene-Senegal, I want the Porsche and full pockets

My team of niggas affect the body

So wear your balls

I do not want you listen and you're wearing complaint

Apart from that, we put it well

We don't want to work for a man or still playing dogs

Gone are the days where it worked without liquid wandering akhi

Know that the friends of my friends I help them

It's the little Parisian you recognized the focus

We flamble the mala

Go and tell them that we live not without

In the city of pretty cars dominate without action

No, there are no more illegal I think they have learned the lesson

It is unhealthy, you're disgusted, you live it wrong

Because it is finished, it is killing thinner!

In addition we want to make some money, and become princes

It brought out the same money bags to larger clamps so

[Chorus: Maitre Gims]

[Verse 3: Lefa]

Fool (No)

I would even say that you're stupid

A want us to eighth notes Leg

You've spoiled your pumps

Wati B, new shirts, new tracksuit

New texts, so new cap soaked with sweat

Wesh the boss, double roro on Chronicles

Change nothing, fuck electronic gadgets

Us it's solid

You it's nothing

We are cars

You are sledges

We are comparable to the flood

You are the victims who seek refuge (Ha)

Paranoid, psychopath

I want to walk to the Champs without cops behind paws

[Interlude: Maitre Gims]

I'll walk

[Verse 4: JR O'Chrome]

In the streets of Paris in Cayenne

I faya

I tumbles with the team and the Poto Zied

There's expected, Chico, marega the street Shellfish

I am boiling

There's womens and the world to the Fayette

(Me, I'm going to be cool) in the chic corners you worried

Roll a spliff, if there's the cops, the powder is put a runout

2 seconds, c'mon Miss please, what is the number I call you

Loud music that bombards Boulevard Haussman in Rue de la Paix

[Verse 5: Black M]

I was the asshole that cops loved control

Always smirk when they told me "against the wall"

Small piece of cannabis, still in the pocket

I was told "Do not play too much with the street or she will get you a shot"

I wanted to walk, walk

But the first who pissed me off, I was hot for hit him

Not lack respect for me when I kick guy

You're my kid, I am like your father

"Break's neck" instead of talking bad about us

After us there's no more group, there's that cheerleaders

You-you wonder if it's Black M or Black Shady who speak (Hu)

100% big eyes, 75, it don't not from Harlem

If you do the crystal, it's cool for the house must be sub

We get out the red carpet, we will bow down over yeah

I'm high, I kick dirty, tell it you have no choice

On the instrumental I walk with too much swag

[Chorus: Maitre Gims]

[Outro: Lefa]

(Me, I'm going to be cool) Do not worry Barrack see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) Do not worry Black M see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) Hmmm Gims see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) Jr see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) Maska see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) petrodollars see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) The insomniac see you later

(Me, I'm going to be cool) Hey guys see you later

• Artist:Sexion d'Assaut