Chef d’orchestre Lyrics in English | Heuss L’Enfoiré

Chef d’orchestre Heuss L’Enfoiré Lyrics

Bring some vodka, whiskey, Jack Daniels
I’m with your daughter, your wife, your sister, your niece
They are old fashioned like the wholesalers in Marrakech
I see them as Uber Eats from Bangladesh
Liar, liar, please keep fishing
Too many things in the head, I take leaves and cigarettes
Take two blocks of fifty, if not, take ten barrettes
Call my lawyer just in case if the cops arrest me
I must have committed my last offense in 2017
It’s do or die, sometimes I’m in 50 Cent
Stronger than oi-m, I’m a string or I like dirty girls too much
For the original sorrel, it becomes marginal

I’m in the business, traffic, music, illegal
Don’t forget, I’m a Sicar’ who leads the life of Zidane
Warn the others, there will be people
Warn the others, there will be people like in the festivals
The OPJ, he doesn’t care about me with his Festina
That these remain dog for life, I don’t even know what I’m doing here
In police custody, it stinks of piss, I don’t care diagonally
I’m thinking of my son, my daronne and a good McDonald’s
The cops tell me like I was Maradona
There’s my tre-mon in the search, the same as Madonna
The head of the post sucks my dick, he only gives me the ointment
After twenty-four hours, it’s true that I have the head of a convict
Don’t play Radisson with Magic Johnson, huh
I do the job alone, I don’t wait for the phone to ring

Pleased, baby, I’m Heusslaga Nicholson
I make bandit music, I snatch everything from the microphone
I want to fuck you there, right away, because you’re too good
Besides, I don’t have time: the day after tomorrow, I’m off to Washington
I make a detour to Cancún before getting Parkinson’s
There’s the driver waiting for me in the parking lot with crazy little girls
I think we’re [mounds?] in a hooker bar at Paramount
Check in the settings, I don’t give a fuck anymore
It smokes caramel with Zepek the marabout
I respect the bearded, the Barbies, the barlou
We know you well, cousin, why are you doing this to us?
You way, you would have betrayed us for not even zgalou
You can squer-ma in Salou, in roc-Ma, in baï-Du
We’re going to burn your eyes with your chicha kaloud

Another special macaroni salad
Moroccans, blacks, guys from Kabylie
She wants to tap the night, wait, it’s not over
In Sergio Tacchini as Paolo Maldini
Yesterday, I drank Gray Goose, ball, I fucked girls
I have to swallow some P12 before ending up on a crutch
Right now, the head of me, I win any challenge
Right now, the head of me, I win any challenge
If I go back to me-Da, brolocked only to order
I really don’t give a fuck that you’re a Dutch wholesaler
I have much more respect for the guys from Vendée
Never forget, in the real beginning, we were the ones who sold it
We turned on your mother even if you hadn’t asked
In the Apes apartment, I grew up like [Grande?]

For survival, you have to be a thief with a capital V
The best of pimps, an aggravated dealer