À la vôtre [English translation]

[Intro : Big Ali]

You know what it is baby : Black M !

Eyes bigger than the world !

Here we go !

This beat I blacked out

We racked up now cash out

From bottles we gobble

But ain't got no love for (the others)

[Chorus 1: Black M] (x2)

Forget the others, we don't even see them, we leave the lot

They don't have the attitude to be with us

And we, in our habits, it's no fault

Cheers

[Chorus 2: Black M]

Put your Methuselah because that's what they like

Put your Methuselah, it's Paris, not Harlem

Put your Methuselah, make love my aliens

Put your Methuselah, your enemy, we bullies him

[Verse 1: O Crom JR]

Three in the morning, bro, I'm in the club

I hear nothing, there's too much ass

Take me back two magnums, a methuselah

A champagne and two packs of cigarettes

It's two o'clock that we left the block

Baseball bat in the trunk

Breh, Star Wars atmosphere, let them

I'll show them who's the boss

I'm on the runway, broke and foncecar, Vendetta

On the '"té-c'" at the cap

Wati B, Big Black, Big Eyes, too much swag

This is the Champions League, missiles at our table

Admiral to our left, Big Ali to our right

XXX tonight, XXX

Admiral to our left, Big Ali to our right

A cut-euphoric shifted to settle its slate

[Bridge: Black M]

Here, even with your strong arms, you will end stupidly tired

All what you have physically, here, we mask it with a ticket

Asks to the guys of my cellar which are already scattered

If your bottle makes sparks, it does not mean that you are born to shine

[Chorus 1: Black M]

[Chorus 2: Black M]

[Verse 2: Dry]

Yes, turn your mathusalem

Before the girls make you smoke Salem

The sharks at my table to the appetites of whales

Bro, you'll have the side even with the haircut of Khaled

Bring money, cars, chalice, XXX

Your cess XXX species

More the bottle bomb and more the girls talk to me

Feel the fear in the assembly when my guys arise

So [you're the doc?], We want the nirvana

Headgear on the "té-c"as Guevara

It's over it's over like when you have nothing on you

XXX overweight

XXX SMIC on the table

XXX welfare recipients who cares we have the eyes bigger than the world

In you, the bottles don't shine, we valid it

Because we know that you don't see further than your shadow

[Verse 3 : Big Ali]

All dat shit y'all talkin'

I ain't hearing nada

My team is full of Muslims

Who don't eat no hassa

Step up in da club, welcome into mi casa

These bitches got me love but I keep saying "hasta!"

No love for these niggas, no love for these hoes

Rackin' up them digits, deep down dat dough life

Black M I'll hit it like Wati B soldat

Mathusalems in the air, go ahead and pour dat

[Chorus 2: Black M]

[Verse 4: Black M]

Let me be tranquil

The goal is not to see my face in my Closer

Given the state of the game, there's enough to make you the big eyes

Yes, I want to weigh, but not as Rozay

Fuck your peoples, and they are losers

And who told you that my audience is not more than 12?

I all fucked, it becomes even painful

I make love your girl and I have nothing of a R.Kelly

[Chorus 1: Black M]

[Chorus 2: Black M]