Rodela (part. Didi B)

Juliette wants me to be her Romeo
It’s not my fault I’m Rodeo, oh
We kicked them out, they were playing around, oh
They’re tall, they’re small, (ah they’re pathetic), they’re outdated, oh
You can’t keep up with us, we’re seasoned, ah
They don’t have a Boeing, they’ve got old junk
He’s out of shape, wants to do rodeo (she’s gonna kill him)
She’s got it in crystals, I’ve got it in the mix
It’s coded, ah

Hey, Keezy baby!
The vibe is real
You already know, man
You’ll never know what’s going on
You said heiiin

Baby, you gotta come or I won’t give you the djai
(Ah rodeo, huh)
Little by little, the bandit has grown
(We’re seasoned, huh)
Always ready for the kra-kra-gbo-gba
(Ah rodeo, huh)
The djandjoun is arched like the competition
(She’s seasoned, huh)

What do you say?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
We don’t even have ears
(We know now)
We don’t even have ears
(We know now)
You can’t talk to us
(We know now)
You can’t talk to us
(We know now)

Ah, we’re too hyped!
No, come back!
You can’t stick to me, you’re too soft!
(You’re a little bird, huh)
You say you’ve been smoking for a while, but you’ve been coughing too much
By the way, the land sellers are full of crap
(Ah rodeo, huh)

David William, it’s seasoned, huh
Ramadan is over, to each their own, we do this in Kémeya, huh
They sell dreams, but we’re their worst nightmare, huh
It’s cool, I’ve got the Rolex, but after the Zenith, I’m putting it in AUDEMARS, huh
Square root, a 6-9, it’s the blood
We take your girl and your living room
We don’t care about how you feel
(We’ll break your back and you can’t talk to us)
It’s not that I don’t reach out anymore
(Where are the traitors?)
I’m wary of who’s gonna insult me tomorrow, Bazaroff

Baby, you gotta come or I won’t give you the djai
(Ah rodeo, huh)
Little by little, the bandit has grown
(We’re seasoned, huh)
Always ready for the kra-kra-gbo-gba
(Ah rodeo, huh)
The djandjoun is arched like the competition
(She’s seasoned, huh)

What do you say?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
We don’t even have ears
(We know now)
We don’t even have ears
(We know now)
You can’t talk to us
(We know now)
You can’t talk to us
(We know now)

We see in your eyes that you have a black heart
(Loyalty is a bitch)
I live for the risk, I’m not a dead heart
(Not at all)
I’m on a contract worth 200 racks
I don’t sing at fairs
Dirty laundry is washed at home but they wait for it to foam
They throw jabs, I throw javelins
The baby, the mojaveli

They act like they don’t understand what I’m saying
I’m two seconds away from rapping in Javanese
In the racket like Kobe
His kpetou is tight in the suit
I come like a dog, like a zombie
Scratched like General Dogbi
She takes the sugar money to give to her chéguey
(She’s seasoned, huh)
Yves says she has a crush on me in secret
(She said, she said my name)
Gucci on the polo, I’m acting like a wolf
Everything’s in her hips, she moves like chikoué
(She’s seasoned, huh)

Baby, you gotta come or I won’t give you the djai
(Ah rodeo, huh)
Little by little, the bandit has grown
(We’re seasoned, huh)
Always ready for the kra-kra-gbo-gba
(Ah rodeo, huh)
The djandjoun is arched like the competition
(She’s seasoned, huh)

What do you say?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
What are you gonna show who?
(We know now)
We don’t even have ears
(We know now)
We don’t even have ears
(We know now)
You can’t talk to us
(We know now)
You can’t talk to us
(We know now)