Sicaro Lyrics in English Gims , Heuss L'enfoiré

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Sicaro by Gims from French to English.

I'm Heuss the b*stard, you saw me in the VIP

I ain't even started, I won't go easy on you

In zone 6, the street, the real one

You can see us for real

You know we're solid

But don't get lost in zone 6, the street, the real one

I'm in the city, hitting the gas, check my salary, f*ck his mom

From Villeneuve to Gegen, Asnières, we've smashed every barrier

Banana kush is stuck in my thoughts

I just rake it in so I can spend it better

I'm gonna stay seated, gonna watch them dance

I pour another drink, roll a joint to hype myself up

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing, come to zone 6

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing

What comes out of the oven ain't bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

In the oven, it's not bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do

I started my path with nobody really able to show it to me

At the foot of the Eiffel Tower with Audemars ice on my wrists

You video-call me to see if I really do what I say

Know that these folks will see the flashing lights pull up this summer

Come on, Warano, little swaying steps, you wanna give strength

You just gotta dance, the principal said

You just gotta work, the young African with a battered past

Hey vai você vai você Dona Maria, como vai você

The marks on backs can't be erased

Life's hard 'cause there's too many easy girls

La mano en toca de ello, de ello, de ello

Sostenerlo de la mano, mano, mano

Baby, that's life, life, life

Welcome to Paris-ris-ris

What comes out of the oven ain't bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

In the oven, it's not bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing, come to zone 6

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing

What comes out of the oven ain't bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

In the oven, it's not bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt, I do

I do dirt

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SONG MEANING

Sicario drops us into the heart of Zone 6—a tough Parisian neighborhood—where Gims and Heuss L’enfoiré flex their street-wise credentials over a Latin-tinged beat. Mixing French slang, bits of Spanish and nods to Colombian cartels, they present themselves as sicarios (hitmen) who run the block with surgical precision: racing through the city, stacking cash, sipping drinks and lighting up “banana kush” while luxury watches sparkle under club lights.

Beneath the swagger sits a sharper truth. The refrain “C’qui sort du four, c’est pas du pain” warns that whatever is baking is not bread—code for illicit business that fuels their lifestyle. Money “comes and goes,” danger is never far, yet they choose to “take life as it comes,” dancing through the uncertainty. The result is a high-energy anthem that celebrates hustle, cautions against its risks and invites listeners to feel the adrenaline of the streets without ever leaving the dance floor.

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