Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fugazi’ by 3Robi. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 3Robi or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Money’s important, and Huncho is scoring
Thank God for the morning
Enthusiastic
Yeah, yeah
Money’s important
And Huncho is scoring
Thank God for the morning
Enthusiastic about all the money
Move Mexican bitch, I don’t know any Spanish, yeah
I just pulled up in a venue, I vanish
I’m still smoking ammi, sometimes ain’t no Cali
We still eat wasabi
And it is so regular, weed in the vehicle, yeah
She says “I’m creme de la creme”
I just flew from London to Lisbon, then Lisbon to London
Then London to Amsterdam, and I ran into Lacrim, shit
I’m just a reasonable man, yeah
They got no reasonable doubt
Pull up in the studio, they call me money
‘Cause every time Huncho walks into the room, yeah yeah
He got large amounts
Sometimes I chill I ain’t bothered to count
I coulda taken a different route
Coulda been out here just chasing some clout
But you know that all of that’s not what I’m about
But they all got reasonable doubt
I’m no lifeguard, I’m letting ’em drown
Had to send some yutes out of town, shit
I was just chasing some pounds, shit
They were just chasing some pounds, yeah
They could tell I was from ’round here
When you got nicked I was out there
There’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here, there’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here
They’re still thinking, yeah, we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
They’re still thinking we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
There’s no fugazi around here
J’nique des mères, on est d’accord
27 mètres, dix colombiennes à bord
Avec un string, elle passe sur du roller
J’veux du biff qu’importe la couleur
On a des brouilleurs, pour vos traqueurs
On va vite, parole d’anciens braqueurs
J’marche en solo, j’roule en Polo
Un bon prix pour 300 kilos
T’sais qu’j’en ai vu un paquet de p’tits fils de p’
Faire les fous puis prendre un “prr”
J’viens du 9.4, je roule en Porsche Cab’
Tu vois de ma tête, direct ça fait “prr”
On a des Gucci, des montres, sur la vie de ma mère
Qui y en a plein oui, qui voudraient nous graille des loves et des loves
J’suis plus sur la paille, rappelle-toi
Que j’ai trouvé la faille, dans toutes les voitures rebeu
J’suis né dans le four, ouais
Tiré de ma tour, ouais
T’fumer je suis pour, ouais
T’fumer j’suis pour, eh
J’suis pour tirer de ma tour, ouais
T’fumer je suis pour, ouais
T’fumer j’suis pour
There’s no fugazi around here, there’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here
They’re still thinking, yeah, we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
They’re still thinking we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
There’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here, there’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here
They’re still thinking, yeah, we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
They’re still thinking we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
There’s no fugazi around here
3robimayne, Arabier in een Porsche
Met m’n boys en we shoppen in França
Met Kali, rook smoothie in Barça
Sir t’9owed, 7naya m’9owdin
Op de sjans, tot we gekke dough zien
En je kan niet zomaar iemand als je bro zien
Veel fattoemannen willen me ook dood zien
Ben in Marruecos, ik geniet
Amsterdam is m’n city represent
Die Sosa, die white
Altijd actief in de night
Mannen die zoeken naar fights
Open die fles op m’n drerries en flex
Ben met Lacrim en we roken die mack
Ben op de sjans, Air Max
Voor de haters, man, ik blow nog een stack
Ben hier met boeven, we zwoegen voor buit
We komen in osso’s, man, zonder geluid
Veel problemen, maar we komen d’r uit
Champi flessen motherfack en ik spuit
Ik draag die Louis Vuitton
Je weet ik doe gek voor een som
Geen ribba in waggie van ton
Hij sprak te veel, ik snoer z’n mond
There’s no fugazi around here, there’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here
They’re still thinking, yeah, we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
They’re still thinking we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
There’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here, there’s no fugazi around here
There’s no fugazi around here
They’re still thinking, yeah, we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
They’re still thinking we have gone clear (yeah, yeah)
There’s no fugazi around here