SEPA Lyrics: This beautiful song is sung by Big Papa313, Morad, D-Block Europe, with music composed by Zaionel, Big Papa313. The touching lyrics for SEPA are penned by Big Papa313, Morad, D-Block Europe. The song is officially released under the Zero Games Records music label.
SEPA Lyrics
[Intro: Young Adz & Morad]
Bad-bad (Bad-bad)
Bad-bad (Mi vida nadie la sepa), bad
Bad-bad little—
Bad-bad little b!tch, do not— (Mm, no)
Du-du-du, du-du, du, du-du-du, duro’ los de la L
Du-du-du, du-du, du, du-du-du, duro’ los de la L
[Chorus: Morad & Young Adz]
Buscándome la vida pa’ que mi vida nadie la sepa
Ve pa’ la chantar mía, yo solo digo que yo no sepa
Droga sube de día y hasta de noche pa’ que no quepa
Chándal todo LV, pero empezaron con los de Kappa
Buscándome la vida, pa’ que mi vida nadie la sepa
Ve pa’ la chantar mía, yo solo digo que yo no sepa
Droga sube de día y hasta de noche pa’ que no quepa
Chándal todo LV, pero empezaron con los de Kappa (Skee)
She just wanna start arguments ’cause the s*x is good when we make up
All these Birkin bags that I bought you, I know they pray that we break up
Hundred shooters down to shoot for skee ’cause they’ll tell you I’m their hood favourite
Bad, bad, little b!tch, do not run from the d!ck taking
[Verse 1: Morad]
No rasgo ni un kilo, mi barrio es tranquilo
Así ando, a sigilo, paso noches solo en vilo
No va pasarela, si el chándal siempre ha si’o mi estilo
Aunque ellos no puedan con eso, yo siempre vacilo
Ni fiesta ni vino, preso en el camino
Pa’ Cuatro Camino’, nos cambiaron to’ los’ destino’
Me falta’ el respeto y en el tiempo los dejan fino’
No saben quién vino, pero golpes fueron divino’
[Chorus: Young Adz & Morad]
She just wanna start arguments ’cause the s*x is good when we make up
All these Birkin bags that I bought you, I know they pray that we break up
Hundred shooters down to shoot for skee ’cause they’ll tell you I’m their hood favourite
Bad, bad, little b!tch, do not run from the d!ck taking
Buscándome la vida, pa’ que mi vida nadie la sepa
Ve pa’ chantar mía, yo solo digo que yo no sepa
Droga sube de día y hasta de noche pa’ que no quepa
Chándal todo LV, pero empezaron con los de Kappa
[Verse 2: Young Adz]
Baby, like that, like that, two guns in the room, we don’t take backchat
Arabic b!tch, she says, “Like that” (Like that)
I just told a bad b!tch, “¿Qué pasa?”
Flew the lady Italy, she eating pasta (Pasta)
With these dreads on my head, I am not a rasta
Come suck on this d!ck as a big black man
And I’m chilling in the crib with a big handgun (Handgun)
All of these diamonds, baby, it’s blinding, call it good timing, bae (Bae)
How you so dripped down, just to go sit down? You’re like a stylist, bae
And you know that Chanel dress is a big flex, but you know I like you naked
Straight off a jet, to a yacht, to a jetski, then you’re gonna ride it, baby
[Verse 3: Dirtbike LB]
I can tell by the fit, that you’re fine as s*it and I think that I like it, baby
Tequila for the shots, let me shoot my shot, right now, I’ma snap it, baby
It’s Chanel that you want, it’s Chanel that you got, I won’t leave you priceless, baby
All of that turns on the roster, only eat lobster, life’s so crazy
Fashion Nova, P.C. Hooftstraat (Uh)
I jumped in the RS, I lost that (Uh)
She’s telling me, “Mi amor”, she want more Dior, went to the store and I got that
Face down and I put it in her butt crack
First phone that I hold was a bruck back
Last two poles sitting in a rucksack
Thirty-six of the snow, let me cut that
[Chorus: Morad & Young Adz]
Buscándome la vida pa’ que mi vida nadie la sepa
Ve pa’ la chantar mía, yo solo digo que yo no sepa
She just wanna start arguments ’cause the s*x is good when we make up
All these Birkin bags that I bought you, I know they pray that we break up
[Outro: Young Adz]
Du-du, du, du-du, du
Du-du, du, du-du, du
Du-du, du, du-du, du
Rap n!gga, but I’m du-du, du
Bad-bad (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad (Du-du, du) bad
Bad-bad little— (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad little b!tch, do not—
Bad-bad (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad (Du-du, du) bad
Bad-bad little— (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad little— (Du-du, du)
SEPA Lyrics in English
[Intro: Young Adz & Morad]
Bad-bad (Bad-bad)
Bad-bad (No one will ever know my life), bad
Bad-bad little—
Bad-bad little b!tch, do not— (Mm, no)
Du-du-du, du-du, du, du-du-du, the L boys go hard
Du-du-du, du-du, du, du-du-du, the L boys go hard
[Chorus: Morad & Young Adz]
I’m chasing my bread so no one will ever know my lif
o ask around my block, I just tell them I don’t know
The product moves all day and even through the night till there’s no more room
Now it’s all LV tracksuits, but we started out in Kappa
I’m chasing my bread so no one will ever know my lif
o ask around my block, I just tell them I don’t know
The product moves all day and even through the night till there’s no more room
Now it’s all LV tracksuits, but we started out in Kappa (Skee)
She just wanna start arguments ’cause the s*x is good when we make up
All these Birkin bags that I bought you, I know they pray that we break up
Hundred shooters down to shoot for skee ’cause they’ll tell you I’m their hood favourite
Bad, bad, little b!tch, do not run from the d!ck taking
[Verse 1: Morad]
I don’t lose a single kilo, my neighborhood stays quiet
That’s how I move, real silent, spending sleepless nights alone
No runway for me, the tracksuit’s always been my style
They can never wear it like I do, but I still wear it proud
No parties, no wine, locked up along the way
Headed for Cuatro Caminos, where they changed all of our fate
Show me disrespect, and time will leave them put in place
They never knew who pulled up, but those hits landed like grace
[Chorus: Young Adz & Morad]
She just wanna start arguments ’cause the s*x is good when we make up
All these Birkin bags that I bought you, I know they pray that we break up
Hundred shooters down to shoot for skee ’cause they’ll tell you I’m their hood favourite
Bad, bad, little b!tch, do not run from the d!ck taking
I’m chasing my bread so no one will ever know my lif
o ask around my block, I just tell them I don’t know
The product moves all day and even through the night till there’s no more room
Now it’s all LV tracksuits, but we started out in Kappa
[Verse 2: Young Adz]
Baby, like that, like that, two guns in the room, we don’t take backchat
Arabic b!tch, she says, “Like that” (Like that)
I just told a bad b!tch, “What’s up?”
Flew the lady out to Italy, now she’s eating pasta (Pasta)
With these dreads on my head, I am not a rasta
Come suck on this d!ck as a big black man
And I’m chilling in the crib with a big handgun (Handgun)
All of these diamonds, baby, they’re blinding, call it perfect timing, bae (Bae)
How you so dripped down just to go sit down? You’re like a stylist, bae
And you know that Chanel dress is a major flex, but I like you better naked
Straight off the jet, to a yacht, to a jet ski, then you’re gonna ride it, baby
[Verse 3: Dirtbike LB]
I can tell by your fit that you’re fine as h*ll, and I think that I like it, baby
Tequila for the shots, let me shoot my shot, right now, I’ma take it, baby
If it’s Chanel that you want, it’s Chanel that you get, I’ll never leave you lacking, baby
Everything’s stacked on the roster, only eating lobster, life’s so crazy
Fashion Nova, P.C. Hooftstraat (Uh)
I jumped in the RS, I lost that (Uh)
She’s calling me, “My love,” she wants more Dior, we hit the store and I got that
Face down and I put it in her butt crack
First phone that I held was a bruck back
Last two poles sitting in a rucksack
Thirty-six of the snow, let me cut that
[Chorus: Morad & Young Adz]
I’m chasing my bread so no one will ever know my lif
o ask around my block, I just tell them I don’t know
She just wanna start arguments ’cause the s*x is good when we make up
All these Birkin bags that I bought you, I know they pray that we break up
[Outro: Young Adz]
Du-du, du, du-du, du
Du-du, du, du-du, du
Du-du, du, du-du, du
Rap n!gga, but I’m du-du, du
Bad-bad (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad (Du-du, du) bad
Bad-bad little— (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad little b!tch, do not—
Bad-bad (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad (Du-du, du) bad
Bad-bad little— (Du-du, du)
Bad-bad little— (Du-du, du)
