[Refrain: Maître Gims, JR O Crom]
Hey guys it’s Wati-B are you crazy or what?
Run off, and tell other people (he ho)
He ho
We jump like Madonna or like Maradona
Hit and break your back (shh)
Sit down there, I’m not done
We have to fart up to the Philippines
Up to Phili Phili
It’s 7; 5 double zero 9, central Paris
Go tell other people (he ho)
In all the hoods they whisper Wati (shh)
So that in all our dates in the auditoria it was he ho
Man they whisper that they feel the flop, it’s shh
[Couplet 1: Maître Gims]
They whisper, they concoct, they chatter, they lisp
That we walk up and down the streets in Dolce Gabbana
There are beefs, that we are the Kings of Paname
“Shh! Come so I explain it to you smart-arse”
Wari wari bana all like the banas banas
My style is black like the shadows, diversified like the internet
I’m not clear, check out a little how I penetrate, get up, undress, throw yourself out of the window
“Shh! Maître Gims is not bad, they whisper that they really like the chicks
Yes aye baby, I assume it’s not haram, I have a polygamous side in me like the Diallos
Hey, I’m going to act like Billy Jean, club to the skull, the enemy is eliminated
Dawala’s got me don’t worry, it’s not done
DJ H-Cue scratch on the vinyl
[Couplet 2: JR O Crom]
Sexion in the game, in the ghettos, we seriously shoot clips in luxury cars
They whisper platinum, roro, that Wati-B is heavy, friend
Friend, we rap dirty in the videos
Concerts, street and radio appearances, gunfire always worse than heat
Man, from your side they whisper two, three discs in the record shops and that smacks of flop
(Let that smack of flop)
The wads and pipes of the Wati-Boss
They whisper new boy band, for the critics: new Wu-Tang
My team whispers huh, don’t worry we’re coming, were are more than determined
[Refrain: Maître Gims, JR O Crom]
Hey guys it’s Wati-B are you crazy or what?
Run off, and tell other people (he ho)
He ho
We jump like Madonna or like Maradona
Hit and break your back (shh)
Sit down there, I’m not done
We have to fart up to the Philippines
Up to Phili Phili
It’s 7; 5 double zero 9, central Paris
Go tell other people (he ho)
In all the hoods they whisper Wati (shh)
So that in all our dates in the auditoria it was he ho
Man they whisper that they feel the flop, it’s shh
[Couplet 3: Barack Adama]
Everywhere they whisper that the 9th Zone is ready to burst onto the scene
What do you want? To fuck up or soil them with your shoes?
There’s Souleymane, play the fool, under the headbutts, dude, you’re going to fall down
But first, pull-up, it’s poulo, I do the work **
Standing there, admit it this bamboula is cool, for that punch ask Boulay
They whisper that Barack Adama is looking for Baraka
That the hustle is great, that it doesn’t want us to run off to Cannes
[Couplet 4: Lefa]
They whisper: “Fuck the Sexion, they are not so strong at exam period”
They whisper that Fall has changed, but you are always fans of his songs
[Couplet 5: Black M]
They whisper: “Crystal disc”, the number one in freestyle
Black M is the starved one who used to behave like a little kid a while back
Head for Pigalle, little flash
Weed in the hand and in your pockets all the tools
[Couplet 6: Lefa]
They whisper “W-A-T-I B” from the ghettos to the plush areas
That’s probably why they shout (whisper that we made money)
[Couplet 7: Black M]
How do I tell you, do you feel Wati-bankruptcy?
No dadia in the strass and in the chaff
Gunned down “Pa! Pa!” the people, yes I almost
Get out of there my team is there, that’s it
[Couplet 8: Lefa]
Man, you tell me about these adventures so that your money bundles get heavy
You tell me of the story of the city, but it seems when they fart you back off
Whoever you are and whatever you’ve done, dude, here you have little influence but
Let me tell you that rumors in this world, it’s like everything, it’s an ephemeral villain
[Refrain: Maître Gims, JR O Crom]
Hey guys it’s Wati-B are you crazy or what?
Run off, and tell other people (he ho)
He ho
We jump like Madonna or like Maradona
Hit and break your back (shh)
Sit down there, I’m not done
We have to fart up to the Philippines
Up to Phili Phili
It’s 7; 5 double zero 9, central Paris
Go tell other people (he ho)
In all the hoods they whisper Wati (shh)
So that in all our dates in the auditoria it was he ho
Man they whisper that they feel the flop, it’s shh
[Outro]
In all the hoods they whisper Wati (shh)
In all the hoods they whisper Wati (shh)
In all the hoods they whisper Wati (shh)
They whisper Wati (shh), they whisper Wati (shh)