L1 L2 Lyrics in English Zola

Below, I translated the lyrics of the song L1 L2 by Zola from French to English.
Awa the mafia, my nigga
Awa the mafia, my nigga
Ça fait deux-trois semaines là
It's been two-three weeks now
T'étais passé où, mon gars?
Where'd you go, man?
Mais attends, ça fait deux-trois semaines que j'te traque, traque
But wait, I've been tracking you for two-three weeks
J'lui mets des claques, claques, ses fesses font
I slap her, slap her, her ass goes
Aller-retour comme un kick-back, L1, L2, haut, bas, gauche, droite
Back and forth like a kick-back, L1, L2, up, down, left, right
J'suis dans la trap, dans la Batcave, j'm'accroche à ses couettes comme un macaque
I'm in the trap, in the Batcave, I clutch her pigtails like a macaque
J'paye en bakchich, tout mon haschisch, j'en ai pour les pauvres et les riches
I pay with bribes, all my hashish, I got some for the poor and the rich
Mais attends, ça fait deux, trois semaines que j'te traque, traque
But wait, I've been tracking you for two-three weeks
J'lui mets de claques, claques, ses fesses font
I slap her, slap her, her ass goes
Aller-retour comme un kick-back, L1, L2, haut, bas, gauche, droite
Back and forth like a kick-back, L1, L2, up, down, left, right
J'suis dans la trap, dans la Batcave, j'm'accroche à ses couettes comme un macaque
I'm in the trap, in the Batcave, I clutch her pigtails like a macaque
J'paye en bakchich, tout mon haschisch, j'en ai pour les pauvres et les riches
I pay with bribes, all my hashish, I got some for the poor and the rich
J'suis né autour de Paris, j'vais mourir à Paris, Paris, Paris
I was born around Paris, I'm gonna die in Paris, Paris, Paris
T'es sur le point d'tomber, j'suis sur le point d'deal
You're about to fall, I'm about to deal
Argent blanchi, cochi au chaud dans un Mitsubishi
Laundered cash, coke kept warm in a Mitsubishi
J'ai jamais aimé Skyler, ni en streaming, ni sur Netflix
I never liked Skyler, not on streaming, not on Netflix
Faut qu'je foute aç, dans son ass, j'la retourne comme les frites et la massa
I gotta shove that in her ass, I flip her like fries and the masa
J'cogne son ass, comme un hooligan de Londres qui s'pe-ta contre le Barca
I pound her ass like a London hooligan crashing into Barça
Mais attends ça fait deux,-trois semaines que j'te traque, traque
But wait, it's been two-three weeks I've been tracking you, tracking
J'lui mets de claques, claques, ses fesses font
I slap her, slap her, her ass goes
Aller-retour comme un kick-back, L1, L2, haut, bas, gauche, droite
Back and forth like a kick-back, L1, L2, up, down, left, right
J'suis dans la trap, dans la Batcave, j'm'accroche à ses couettes comme un macaque
I'm in the trap, in the Batcave, I clutch her pigtails like a macaque
J'paye en bakchich tout mon haschisch
I pay with bribes for all my hashish
J'en ai pour les pauvres et les riches
I got some for the poor and the rich
Baby m'laisse pas conduire mon compet' fonce-dé
Baby won't let me drive, my bro's stoned
Elle mouille ses sapes, j'peux l'sentir sous son Fendi
She soaks her clothes, I can smell it under her Fendi
J'pèse sept cent meuges de sac de beuh dans l'fond d'son lit
I weigh seven hundred g's of weed bag in the back of her bed
R.A.S, j'suis toujours le même depuis Osiris
Nothing to report, I'm still the same since Osiris
R.A.S, j'suis toujours le même depuis Osiris
Nothing to report, I'm still the same since Osiris
Et quand j'caresse le bout d'sa chatte ses poils s'hérissent
And when I stroke the tip of her p*ssy, her hairs stand up
Mon client s'étouffe et toi, tu t'étouffes sur la queue d'ton client
My client chokes and you, you choke on your client's d*ck
Le coup de calibre dans la taffe, j'défends mon bât' sans aucun bouclier
Gunshot in the job, I guard my block with no shield
Mais c'est ta team que j'vois, j'tire deux coups dans l'impasse
But it's your team I see, I fire two shots in the alley
Mais c'est ta girl que j'vois, j'mets deux rounds dans sa chatte
But it's your girl I see, I put two rounds in her p*ssy
J'ai bicrave des barrettes, sourcils de Domenech dans le foot, la pocket, la monnaie dans la ville
I've pushed bars, Domenech eyebrows in football, the pocket, the cash in the city
Je m'accroche à ses fesses, dans mon tieks les poukis mangent les restes
I cling to her ass, in my hood the snitches eat the scraps
Et les rois prennent la fève
And the kings get the prize
Bye bye
Bye bye
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