On Friday, April 4, 2025, Rapper Cyril Kamer released his new single “New Boy” on his Official YouTube channel. If you’ve listened to Cyril Kamer’s ‘New Boy’ but couldn’t enjoy it properly due to the language barrier, no need to worry, here we’ve added a translation to help you understand the meaning behind these powerful words. Cyril Kamer talks about his journey, struggles, and success in a confident and dominant tone. Check New Boy lyrics by Cyril Kamer and experience the song’s passion, watch the official music video, the artists featured in the song, and the story behind the song.
Lyrics of New Boy by Cyril Kamer in English Translation
I Don’t Collaborate With The Ugly Ones
I Launder Black Money
In The Hood, Lots Of Shootouts
They Didn’t Believe, They’re Atheists
Now I’ve Won The Trophy
Of Course, I Fight For My People
Fu*k The Police, I’m Rich (Ah)
They Ask About The Money, The Metals In My Car
But I Don’t Explain It To Them (Nah)
They Want Me To Cooperate, But I Won’t
Even If They Give Me A Hundred And Something (Ah)
I Don’t Trust Anyone, You Look Like A Fed
You Look Like Federico (Fu*k)
Now I’m A New Guy, Hm-hm
A New Guy, New Nigga, New Boy
Why Should I Say It? You Already Know Who I Am
They Say They Shoot At Me, But Here I Am
You Know I Do It, Nigga, I’m No Toy
Baby, If I Give It To You Only Out Of Spite
That Doesn’t Mean I Feel Anything In My Chest
These Hoes Didn’t Want Me When I Had No Roof
I Can’t Trust, I Gotta Stay Alert, Wow
I Stay In My Lane, I’m A Money Maker
I Don’t Have Time To Respond To A Hater
They’re Taking Shots At Me ‘Cause They Ain’t Making Paper
I Feel Like Kobe When He Played For The Lakers
They’ve Wanted Me Since The Boom
I Like When She Comes In My Room
With The Pics She’s Got, I Zoom In
If I Shoot The Fn, Pim, Pam, Pum
Fu*k The Police, I’m Rich (Ah)
They Ask About The Money, The Metals In My Car
But I Don’t Explain It To Them (Nah)
They Want Me To Cooperate, But I Won’t
Even If They Give Me A Hundred And Something (Ah)
I Don’t Trust Anyone, You Look Like A Fed
You Look Like Federico (Fu*k)
Now I’m A New Guy, Hm-hm
Welcome To The Favelas, Here I’m Really Small
I Had To Be Street, I Wish It Was A Dream
Criminal Homies Whose Faces I Don’t Even Show
Free My People In Prison, The Homie And The Rifian
In Spain, I’m Untouchable, My Brothers Carry Rifles
And You Don’t Have One, Bro, Don’t Act Tough
I Got A House In Barcelona, A House In Sitges
My Mind Says: “Money Over B!tches”
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