Coco English Translation Lyrics by Ninho
Delicate Hand Game, Coco
Delicate hand game, Coco Chanel
From Paris to Dakar, I’m way out of sync
She wants cash, I’m in the honey
She asks me to love her, but I’m a mess
Delicate hand game, Coco Chanel
She wants my tchigidji-tchigidji, never
I’m like Arafat in coupé-décalé
There’s trouble, I never call the cops
Avant-garde, we didn’t take the elevator (No), scavenger, I had to break the rules
It’s God who gives, even if it’s dirty money (Dirty), at any time, we settle accounts (You say?)
She’s hot, she’s beautiful, she’s gorgeous (Gorgeous), twelve-thirty, she’s waiting for me in the room
On the block, I stashed the chrome (Chrome), if there’s trouble, just call (Hello?)
No, it’s not K.O (Never), I haven’t let go since Delta, oh (Since Delta, oh)
Far from the gossip (Far), I buy land up to BKO (Up to BKO)
No, it’s not petty, we don’t backstab
Despite myself, I’m enemy number one
Delicate hand game, Coco
Delicate hand game, Coco Chanel (Coco)
From Paris to Dakar, I’m way out of sync (Yes)
She wants cash, I’m in the honey (Hey, hey)
She asks me to love her, but I’m a mess
Delicate hand game, Coco Chanel
She wants my tchigidji-tchigidji, never
I’m like Arafat in coupé-décalé
There’s trouble, I never call the cops
We come back on the bike when it stinks, friendship over ten years in the circle (Yeah)
Friendship over ten years in the circle (Yeah), I’m high up in the Burberry offices
Ready to partner up, but I’m up for dinner sometime (Sometimes)
Baby, it’s already complicated outside, I have my brother, my chargers, my lawyers
No, it’s not K.O, I haven’t let go since the binks up there (Since the binks up there)
Plaid shirt, I buy stone up to Monaco (Up to Monaco)
No, it’s not petty, (Oh) we don’t backstab
Despite myself, I’m enemy number one
Delicate hand game, Coco
Delicate hand game, Coco Chanel
Charles de Gaulle-N’djili, I’m way out of sync
She wants my cash, Pharell’s salary
Always a click-click, you never know
Delicate hand game, Coco Chanel
She wants my tchigidji-tchigidji, never
I’m like Arafat in coupé-décalé
There’s trouble, I never call the cops
Coco Chanel (Yeah, Coco Chanel)
I’m way out of sync (Ah, I’m way out of sync)
I’m in the honey (Oh)
And I’m a mess (And I’m a mess)
Coco Chanel (Ah, Coco Chanel)
Tchigidji, Chanel (Hey, tchigidji-tchigidji)
Coupé-décalé
Chanel (Oh)