casado con el ju€go English Translation Lyrics by Cruz Cafuné
She’s a cutie, brought me a gift from Milan
Ten days strutting and burning the Beautypass
Wants to celebrate on Pierre Cardin’s sofa
She does the most and then a little bit more
Used to pray for times like this
Domenico sends me PDF samples
I turn rappers into: “Yes, men”
You laugh at your boss’s jokes too, nah
No, bro, you can’t argue with me
Everyone’s making cash, everyone’s rolling big
Fashion show and after-party, stop the transfer, they drench us in flash
I don’t write my punchlines, my life does
It was hard for my parents to understand
What it means to shoot and why someone would do it without naming you
There are many friends who aren’t friends, just friendly
And there are contracts that, if you sign them, come with a pendant
Subtweets? I don’t move like that
The bodykit takes up one and a half lanes
The overlip is overkill, it’s got thick lips
Thought it was luck until I went and did it again
Yeah
Thought it was luck until I went and did it again
Married to the game
We look back and this had to happen
Yeah, it had to happen
Forgive us, God, for doubting, yeah
This had to happen, there was no other way
Yeah, God willed it
If you can’t do tricks, you should leave the circus
My name on the gate, they kiss the ground I walk
Of all the false prophets, paper is my favorite, man
I’m fly, I’m looking sharp
She’s like Mona Tougaard but shorter
In the tax range of Koundé and LolaLolita
Rap star with sales of a former winner, man
Loving like this is countercultural
Shining like this is for the Audemars
Southerners with Moroccan links like a Judeline hit
They tax you for the Tris, you’re just another one
Undressed in the dressing room: “I have nothing to wear”
Baby, put on the sundress with the Coperni sandals
So I don’t have to bend down to kiss you at the party in La Caserne
And your butt talks to me like the Green Goblin mask
Yeah, I turned away, what are you going to do about it?
Nothing, show us what you’re made of
You’ll find us where we always are, making money
And taking care of Dawa’s kid like he’s our own
(Tss, clown)
Taking care of Dawa’s kid like he’s our own
Married to the game
We look back and this had to happen
Yeah, it had to happen
Forgive us, God, for doubting, yeah
This had to happen, there was no other way