by 
Song: SEPA
Singer: Big Papa313, Morad, D-Block Europe
Label: Zero Games Records
Release date: July 24, 2026
SEPA Lyrics English Translation
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
