[Alpha Wann - FLAMME OLYMPIQUE/ English Translation]

[Intro]
Philly Flingue spits the fire (okay let's go)

[Verse 1]
The level, I'm raising it, hanging out boulevard Haussmann
We do the thing to shush those who trashtalk
No one handle things like my clique
Popular like the bank, still as brother as before
If he snorts we can't stand him, the dough, we'll scent it
And for my bitch a Gianfranco Ferré wardrobe
Always hustling we're making efforts, prole
Winter in North Face jacket, summer in shirts polo shirt
My pecs out like Van Damme, Bloodsport, Bolo
With my fellow Hologram', us a lot of hoes follow
We do it classic style likе a Bach solo in the sono
The cabrioled, losing my hеad like Sleepy Hollow
Unstable like a sticker peeling off
The lack of dough lead to sins, give just a million and I'll unscrew my horns
Hey, family, health, work, I'm about old fashioned things
Why does artist become lame when they become rich?
Transparent like a glass wall
I have a Mizuno pair like Christian Vieri
I'm the one doing it best, no need to make an assessment
I'm shushing the milieu like a young Ronaldo at the Inter Milan (real Ronaldo)
Han, Philly Flingue back in that shit
We're building the wall like in ancient China, sisi
[Chorus]
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games

[Verse 2]
Hey yo bitch, I dazzle you, I'm with Doumams and Louis
I want the pieces not the breadcrumb, I have the Palestinian scarf
I'm into the thing like Nathalie, into dough like Jacques Attali
They shot Christopher Wallace in Cali’
As an incredible rapper, I'm not safe over there
I got the wheel of the ship, I'm looking for my piece of the cake
I wake up at around 5 pm, I hang out with scammers (liars my brother)
I'm surfing on these hoes like Kelly Slater, yeah
Waiter put two sugar, oh yeah it's Paname
It's the south, I wouldn't listen to your album even if I am on it
Sick scientist, an icy heart is hidden under my lab coat
I don't make the rap that you sing in the shower
Still the same lyrics, my team, seven of us are pulling up
I haven't change, the mama still shaves my head
Don't worry about my limits
It's been three weeks, since I'm in the studio, I'm writing lyrics
Eating Capellini, old or new school, me, I'm eliminating every classes
Phaal, underground ninja, don't give a fuck about sales number, Don Dada contraband
I'm trying to live my life, they want to tell me how
Aurevoir, I'm escaping by the air vent
[Chorus]
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games
One for the Clio, 2 for the Renault, n***a
I'm a griot, Olympic flame like at the Olympic Games

[Outro]
Wait, wait I'm gonna play some real stuff my brother...