Funk master sex des bitches
Pit Baccardi Lyrics
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J'suis le Funk Master Sex des bitches
De Paris a Beach Miami encaisse mon
Style et kiffe ma face lady
On a notre propre école de fans
Façon barbare
J'te montre ma barre, style tarzan
Elle crie le nom d'ma clique:
Time Bomb! Malka Pit
Du 19ème au 20ème en passant par ma cave mec!
Les mecs de Time Bomb
Ne boostent pas d'épaves
On n'fait pas de chichis
Enlève ton sous-tif et ton caleçon
Whisky, Coca, Bacardi, saoule toi chéri
Puis on joue à Jaques à dit
Des p'tit's mouvements saccadés
Dans mon sac à dos, pas de pote-ca
Si t'es mon pote gars
Passe moi une négro pour que j'la vaille tra
Les bitches m'aiment
Comme les X-men aiment les femmes
Si ton lascar tombe en panne
Fait un tour dans ma cabane
D'Ali baba, t'inquiètes pas
Les quarante voleurs n'y sont pas
Mais le trésor y est
C'est parti pour la salsa!
In Pit Baccardi's song "Funk Master Sex des bitches," the lyrics are a bold proclamation of his identity and dominance in the world of sex and women. The opening lines, "Hé mais t'es qui toi? T'es qui?!" (Hey, but who are you? Who are you?!), suggest that the singer is challenging someone who questions his authority.
The lyrics continue with the declaration that he is the "Funk Master Sex des bitches" (Funk Master of the bitches), asserting his prowess and magnetism. He states that his style is embraced from Paris to Miami Beach, emphasizing the global reach of his influence. The mention of his face being appreciated by ladies implies that he is attractive and desirable.
The lyrics also touch on the existence of his devoted fanbase, described as their own "barbaric" school. The reference to Tarzan's style and a leopard string suggests a wild and untamed approach to his sexuality. The mention of his clique, Time Bomb, adds further credibility to his reputation.
The lyrics then take a playful turn, mentioning the removal of bras and underwear, suggesting a carefree and uninhibited atmosphere. The reference to alcohol, specifically whiskey and Bacardi, implies a readiness to party and have a good time. The mention of playing the game "Jacques à dit" (Simon Says) and engaging in jerky movements adds to the playful and energetic nature of the song.
The reference to Ali Baba's cave as a metaphor for a hidden treasure further emphasizes the allure and excitement surrounding the singer's lifestyle. Overall, the lyrics portray a confident and dominant figure in the world of sex and pleasure, celebrated by both his fans and the women he attracts.
Line by Line Meaning
Hé mais t'es qui toi? T'es qui?!
Hey, who are you? Who are you?!
J'suis le Funk Master Sex des bitches
I am the Funk Master Sex of the ladies
De Paris a Beach Miami encaisse mon Style et kiffe ma face lady
From Paris to Miami Beach, embrace my style and enjoy my presence, lady
On a notre propre école de fans Façon barbare
We have our own school of fans, in a barbaric way
J'te montre ma barre, style tarzan String léopard
I show you my bar, Tarzan style, leopard thong
Elle crie le nom d'ma clique: Time Bomb! Malka Pit
She shouts the name of my crew: Time Bomb! Malka Pit
Du 19ème au 20ème en passant par ma cave mec!
From the 19th to the 20th, passing through my basement, man!
Les mecs de Time Bomb Ne boostent pas d'épaves
The guys from Time Bomb don't hype up wrecks
On n'fait pas de chichis Enlève ton sous-tif et ton caleçon
We don't fuss around, take off your bra and underwear
Whisky, Coca, Bacardi, saoule toi chéri
Whiskey, Coke, Bacardi, get drunk, darling
Puis on joue à Jaques à dit Des p'tit's mouvements saccadés
Then we play Simon says with small jerky movements
Dans mon sac à dos, pas de pote-ca Si t'es mon pote gars
In my backpack, no snitching, if you're my friend, man
Passe moi une négro pour que j'la vaille tra
Pass me a black girl for me to conquer
Les bitches m'aiment Comme les X-men aiment les femmes
The ladies love me, just like the X-Men love women
Si ton lascar tombe en panne Fait un tour dans ma cabane
If your guy breaks down, come visit my shack
D'Ali baba, t'inquiètes pas Les quarante voleurs n'y sont pas Mais le trésor y est
Like Ali Baba, don't worry, the forty thieves are not here, but the treasure is
C'est parti pour la salsa!
Let's get the salsa started!
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