Konnichiwa [English translation]

[Intro]

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

[Verse 1]

I don't give a shit about who killed Kennedy, I want to know which bastard killed Kenny

Under Ritalin decodes the meaning of life, fountain women makes me dance of the rain

Change the square, yeah, change the passport

I know you see blurry like Ray Charles fucking, you don't see the relation

You don't see the connection, not today or the day after

Half of Casseurs Flowters is on all fronts like bukkake

You, you sound like Jeanna Zalama, your mouth is plastered

You haven't known anything harder since your vocational diploma

Come on, change your pussy, igo, change your tonsils

Of course, we are the kings of the animal kingdom

There's too much flow under the hood so there's a tax horse

What are you talking about? You're just in the final stages

Busted image and market music so well matched

That I don't talk about computers when I say I need to update my viral database

And I spit in it like in a poké, yeah, I spit in it like in a manhole

Find their albums in fortune cookie, I'll shoot them all like [?]

It's not the return of the Casseurs, breathe

You want your fix, that's the best part of what I do worst

[Bridge]

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

[Verse 2]

I don't want a life in leasing, playing and driving in an old B series

I've been through a lean period, now I want to eat Kobe beef

The industry is in streaming, skirt so short that you can see her IUD

Like the one to whom I open my heart and who will soon have at heart to take it away from me

I'm gonna have to tell her that loving hurts like telling the truth

That Cupid once gave me an appointment in a foreign land

She'll listen to my models again, crying just before she leaks them

Oh, so love is in the meadow? Here, it is mainly in bank lending

I speak to the faithful like a messiah, send my songs like blessed bread

I run my parish like a business, where did you see that all work deserves an intern?

Hello world, don't count on me to get me clean

Law of the most greedy, we go down the Darwin curve

Lots of little CFs swimming the crawl in Marvin's balls

I'm the unknown of the general public with a double platinum

Everything has to be paid in cash, everything has to be paid in black, everything has to be paid in cash.

I've wasted too much time, I arrive late like Chinese's New Year's Eve

[Bridge]

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

[Outro]

I just closed my eyes, I fell asleep a little bit

I remember that when I woke up, the world had outrun me

And just because I speak Hebrew, the guys say to themselves, "Is he again?"

A project for a hopeless future like French tennis

I just closed my eyes, I fell asleep a little bit

I remember that when I woke up, the world had outrun me

And just because I speak Hebrew, the guys say to themselves, "Is he again?"

Project for a hopeless future

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches

Good evening, bitches