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Don't play hard to get

'Don't play hard to get'
 
[Bad Bunny:]
If you already know who I am
The man that broke you
In all the positions I put you in
Don't say no now
Don't play hard to get... Yeeh
Baby don't play hard to get...
 
[Jory:]
If you already know who I am
The man that broke you
In all the positions I put you in
Don't say no now
Don't play hard to get... Yeeh
Baby don't play hard to get...
 
[Bad Bunny:]
Better tell me that you miss me...
That you're going crazy to do it with me
Baby I know that you want me
Ask me to come in your navel
 
[Jory:]
Better tell me that you miss me...
That you're going crazy to do it with me
Baby I know that you want me
You get horny just hearing my voice
 
[Bad Bunny:]
Whatever you do
You aren't going to forget me
When alone and horny
You're going to think about me
Baby don't try to fall in love with him.
None of those bastards are going to replace me
I know you miss how I used to give it to you
That everything I bought was Gucci or Prada
You were used to a fucked up life
Now you're with that idiot that doesn't give you anything
You're going to be mine forever I doomed you
You miss dick like Denisse misses René's
Like JLo misses Marc's
The powder on the beach
The phillies in Central Park
 
Better tell me that you miss me...
That you're going crazy to do it with me
Baby I know that you want me
Ask me to come in your navel
 
[Jory:]
Better tell me that you miss me...
That you're going crazy to do it with me
Baby I know that you want me
You get horny just hearing my voice
 
She's been looking for me for weeks
She's tired of that guy
I told you that this was going to happen
You can never replace me no
She called me already desperate at about 2
She rented a motel and a jacuzzi so that I can punish her
Fuck the boyfriend I started the Lambo and got to her
She wanted me to rescue her and take her to the USA
 
[Bad Bunny:]
Better tell me that you miss me...
That you're going crazy to do it with me
Baby I know that you want me
Ask me to come in your navel
 
Ye ye ye ye ye..
Bad Bunny baby
Jory boy
Young Boss Entertainment
Tell.. tell em Luian
Mambo Kingz (Mambo King!)
Yeeh
Trap Kingz baby
El de la J baby
Mera dilo cabra
Hear This Music.. Hear This Music
Mambo Kingz.. (Ma ma ma)
Mambo Kingz
Tell me about it Luian
Hey, Young Boss
 
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Backpack

[Verse 1: Bigflo]
Hey Anthony, do you remember the league we thought was so big1
We'd sprinkle in giggles even through the longest silences
The brown bugs on the ground
We ran without knowing where we were going, we didn't
A bit primative, we could fight each other for a pack of stickers
The time of pogs2, Pokémon, and flying goals
Now I go around the league in several steps
It was the good old times but we didn't know it, huh
Hey Robin, do you remember the time of first dances?
We put on some rap to the max, the others thought we were crazy
We'd tackle each other on the concrete, scrape up our knees
We quickly realized that the girls weren't the same as us
The first mistakes, first colleagues, first differences
The first attempts at dating with our little heads
With arrogance, we silenced the cries from the heart
We
Hey Marion, do you remember the smell of our cigarettes between our fingers
The knights with scooters became kings
Smooth hair, perfume, make up
The time of stress, of false promises, of first times
We shaped the future with 'I dare you'
You dreamed of being a journalist and me, a rap star
We promised each other that we would get married if we didn't find anyone better
I'll make sure our good byes don't turn into farewell, nah...
 
[Chorus: Bigflo & Oli]
Neither an adult nor an ado3
I try to keep my head on my shoulders
On my shoulders is the imprint of my backpack
Even though it's been a long time since I finished school
Neither an adult nor an ado3
I try to keep my head on my shoulders
On my shoulders is the imprint of my backpack
Even though it's been a long time since I finished school
 
[Verse 2: Oli]
Hey Ben, do you recall our vacations where we talked every night?
On our tiptoes when we went through the corridor
Your parents' divorce, your enormous poster of Zidane4
Our week we spent in Rochelle, I never saw the ocean
I'll admit it today, in soccer you'd slap a fine on me
We drowned all our doubts, in the bottom of a mint syrup bottle
The bike rides, the kilometers of Band-Aids
You were already moving your head on my texts a little awkwardly
Hey Sarah, do you remember your pink coat that was a little big on you?
Alone in front of the doorway when somebody forgot to come pick you up
They'd make fun of your glasses, I think that they regret that, honestly
I get worried when I see how your prince charming talks to you
Hey Nasim, I haven't forgotten the never-ending hours we spent in detention
Our jokes, our cheating methods and hitting on girls a bit
Lost sight of each other without explanation, yet life goes on
I hope that your little brother told you that I said hello
Hey Jimmy, remember our Sundays, our prank calls
In the movie theater, people's looks when we'd talk too loudly
The world seemed within reach
We imagined the first names of the passers-by that we didn't dare approach..
Hey Gass5, I think back to our giggles and our little panics
The tiredness, the theater classes, from 6 to 8
Playing soccer with your dad, the tournament that everyone was waiting for
We'd bump into each other 2 times a year, yet nothing has changed, nah...
 
[Chorus: Bigflo & Oli]
Neither an adult nor an ado3
I try to keep my head on my shoulders
On my shoulders is the imprint of my backpack
Even though it's been a long time since I finished school
Neither an adult nor an ado3
I try to keep my head on my shoulders
On my shoulders is the imprint of my backpack
Even though it's been a long time since I finished school
 
[Chorus: ANIMA Choir]
Neither an adult nor an ado3
I try to keep my head on my shoulders
On my shoulders is the imprint of my backpack
Even though it's been a long time since I finished school
Neither an adult nor an ado3
I try to keep my head on my shoulders
On my shoulders is the imprint of my backpack
Even though it's been a long time since I finished school
 
[Dialogue: Bigflo, Oli, and one of their friends]
- At the beginning of the music6, I was sceptical, I thought that they were still gonna leave me, and that means everything there. It's really been like, limit the stuff that makes boundaries between the Bigflo and the Oli before, and the ones now7, you see?
After that, I'm afraid that there are people who think that your gain in maturity is overplayed, you see?
-It's mature, but I didn't want it to be too childish
-Oh no that's right, the song is, however, really quite good, on the other hand
-You say that because you have our dedication
 
  • 1. Like unachievably big
  • 2.
  • Adolescent; like a teenager/tween
  • 4. Zinedine Zidane, a retired French footballer / soccer player.
  • 5. Short for a different name, but I am unsure of what it is
  • 6. of the song
  • 7. How Bigflo have changed from before to now
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The Damned French

Versions: #3
They speak with precise words
They pronounce all of their syllables
They always give each other kisses
They spend forever at each meal
 
They have incomprehensible menus
They drink water as if it were wine
They eat bread and then fois gras
And they find a way to not get fat
 
They protest every fifteen minutes
On every damned street corner
All of the taxis have drivers
That drive like madmen, bumper to bumper
 
And when they come to our country
It's for the winter and the Indians
And long walks on snowmobiles
Or on dog sleds
 
They have miniscule cups
and immense ashtrays
They make 'real' coffee for 'adults'
And they down it in two gulps
 
You find they great big German Shepards
And their little poodles
On the floor of the restaurants,
The grocery stores, the pharmacies
 
They say they dine when they have supper
And it's two o'clock when they have breakfast (this is a reference to a difference in dialect - in France 'dejuner' means lunch. In Quebec, it means breakfast).
In the morning, they eat yogurt -
They don't know eggs and bacon
 
At the end of the night, it's more saurkraut,
Duck breast, or escargots (snails)
Everything happens exactly to their taste
In the preparations of their damned veal's head
 
A bit of eyelid, a bit of gum (as in your mouth),
A bit of ear, a bit of lips
For the Quebequois' taste buds, it's a bit much
 
Then, they take us for martian
When we ask for a glass of milk,
Or when we ask, 'Where is the 'salle de bain', if you please'
(Here there is another play on regional dialects, in France, bathrooms are 'toilettes' and 'salle de bains' are literally 'rooms where you bathe)
 
And when they come to Quebec,
They put on a Toque (type of hat) and a Kanuk (type of coat)
And they start by searching for igloos
And finish in a sugar shack (reference to the maple syrup)
 
They quickly fall in love
With our forests and our lakes
And they start talking like us
After saying tabernacle (a type of dwelling)
 
And drunk on caribou
And on Molson (beer) and on much gin
They rave about our stews,
Our pork's feet (as in pickled), and our beans
 
They see that we don't have stinky cheese
And they get used to an old cheddar
And they stop complaining
About our bastard coffee (referencing that French coffee is much stronger)
 
When their stay is finally over,
They understand that they don't have the right
To call us Canadians
Because we are Quebecois (They are Quebecois first, then Canadiens)
 
They say goodbye with tears in their eyes
And maple syrup in their bags
They realize that we are like them
And we wish them safe travels
 
We give them a kiss goodbye
As if we'd always done so
And there is a missing piece of Quebec,
When the damned French leave.
 

Khottabych

I wish I had a genie, I wouldn't have gotten tangled in the wires
Straight from Crimea to the Dniepr would have stretched the
Kara-Dag, I wouldn't have been broke a week before payday
Queens and princesse in love with me, yeah
I'm rubbing bottles, jars, mugs and pots as well
I will hide the genie under the pillow, will take him out in the morning
We would have done stuff, we would have rocked
All business is cancelled, because I have...
 
[Chorus]
On the eighth floor, a party in négligé
On the seventh floor, the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor, bears and Fabergé
On the top floor, the special forces are on the roof
 
All the guys have three-piece suits, bow-ties and pipes
All the ladies are wearing minis and thin blouses
Airplanes have landed, submaries have surfaced
Pink glasses are in again
Chevrolet got a large governmental order for Impalas
Thaw is seriously setting in in February
Trains are not going off track, ships are not sinking
All business is cancelled, because I have...
 
[Chorus]
On the eighth floor, a party in négligé
On the seventh floor, the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor, bears and Fabergé
On the top floor, the special forces are on the roof
 
We would have jammed half a kilo of jazz, me and the genie
I would have ultimately gotten lucky with him
We would have done stuff, we would have rocked
All business was cancelled, because I have...
 
[Chorus]
On the eighth floor, a party in négligé
On the seventh floor, the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor, bears and Fabergé
On the top floor, the special forces are on the roof
 

Кровь, пот и слёзы

Versions: #1#2#3#4#5
Кровь, пот и слёзы,
Последний танец мой,
Забирай, мой верни покой.
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы,
Холод дыхания,
Забирай, лишь верни покой.
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы.
 
Мои плоть, разум и душа,
Мои сердце, чувства и слова:
Всё это создано лишь для тебя,
Твоими чарами наказан я.
 
Персики и сливки,
Ты слаще мёда:
Шоколадные щёчки и шоколадные крылья,
Но крылья дьяволом созданы.
Ты моя сладость, но горька ты.
 
Поцелуй полный боли тянет, неволен:
Желание вновь укрывает боль.
Детка, я только тобой опьянён:
Этим виски. Ты -- моё виски.
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы,
Последний танец мой,
Забирай, мой верни покой.
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы,
Холод дыхания,
Забирай, лишь верни покой.
 
Но я хочу больше,
Больше, больше.
Хочу только больше,
Больше, больше, больше, больше.
Хочу ещё больше,
Больше, больше.
Хочу ещё больше,
Больше, больше, больше, больше.
 
Сделай так, чтобы было больней,
Свяжи, чтоб не смог убежать,
Обхвати сильней и встряхни меня,
Чтоб не пришёл я в себя.
 
Поцелуй меня в губы, тайна для двоих,
Я глубоко пристрастился, пленила ты.
И никому кроме тебя я не могу служить,
Зная, что в чаше яд: готов испить.
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы,
Последний танец мой,
Забери, мой верни покой.
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы,
Холод дыхания,
Забирай, лишь верни покой.
 
Но я хочу больше,
Больше, больше.
Хочу только больше,
Больше, больше, больше, больше.
Хочу ещё больше,
Больше, больше.
Хочу ещё больше,
Больше, больше, больше, больше.
 
Убивай меня дольше, нежней,
Закрой глаза мне, прошу, скорей.
Всё равно противится не могу,
Даже убежать уже не смогу,
Ведь ты так сладка, слишком сладка,
словно мёд...
 
Кровь, пот и слёзы...
Кровь, пот и слёзы...