CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bande organisée- English
Yes, my spoiled one, RS4 gray nardo, of course they missed me (big, of course)
Sun in the bubble, on the Prado, Shifter pro '(Shifter pro')
Wrong (ah), my darling, you’re wrong
Puta, where were you when I put in seven euros in gasoline (eh)?
You want to make war on us (eh)? By God, it's B (ah)
It takes your Audi, it takes your gadji, it takes your credit card (eh, eh)
The phone beeps (brr), you take the kew (ew)
It's Marseille, baby (ah), his mother a CDD (ah)
Wesh thеn, my race, quiet or what? (oh, mathafack)
Climb in the tchop, I do zеro to one hundred in two seconds three
Guitarized, oh, AC / DC, oh, we cross paths, for sure, you are paralyzed
I passed the ring to Tchikita, two months later, I already left her (ah, ah)
You're a little b*st*rd, I'm a Nabba, I'm a Diakité (eh)
I'm the captain (eh), I'm going to behead them (eh)
It's not the capital (nan), it's Marseille, baby (pah, pah, pah)
1.3, Audi Sport, I go through customs, the reports
f**k your mother on the Canebière, f**k your dead on the Old Port (Health & Happiness)
Mi amor, it's the South districts, it's the North districts
f**k your mother on the Canebière, f**k your dead on the Old Port (ah)
I'm in the zone, without a helmet on a kit-é scooter
Forget her, she's a puta, she left you
I'm elsewhere, it is from the moula that I crumbled
From then on time, that it f**ked me up my lighter
Burst, flow bazookaw, I have friends who move in case
The bike, it goes "brm, brm, brm, brm", always there, ask Tchyco
I'm in the tap dance game, tracksuit '
I f**k the crazy women who talk about me on the net
I'm on potion there, I shoot two-three on the pet '
By the way, we climb, send the zeros on the Czech
Ah, ah, buddy, what happened? Ah, ah, in your head?
Ah, ah, grr, ratata, ah, ah, for the mapesa
Ah, ah, buddy, what happened? Ah, ah, in your head?
Ah, ah, grr, ratata, ah, ah, for the mapesa
No need to go to Lacoste anymore since I'm made of gold and platinum
And on Twitter, I see their posts, f**k their mothers those who speak badly about the team
Sun in the bubble, on the Prado, Shifter pro '(Shifter pro')
Wrong (ah), my darling, you’re wrong
Puta, where were you when I put in seven euros in gasoline (eh)?
You want to make war on us (eh)? By God, it's B (ah)
It takes your Audi, it takes your gadji, it takes your credit card (eh, eh)
The phone beeps (brr), you take the kew (ew)
It's Marseille, baby (ah), his mother a CDD (ah)
Wesh thеn, my race, quiet or what? (oh, mathafack)
Climb in the tchop, I do zеro to one hundred in two seconds three
Guitarized, oh, AC / DC, oh, we cross paths, for sure, you are paralyzed
I passed the ring to Tchikita, two months later, I already left her (ah, ah)
You're a little b*st*rd, I'm a Nabba, I'm a Diakité (eh)
I'm the captain (eh), I'm going to behead them (eh)
It's not the capital (nan), it's Marseille, baby (pah, pah, pah)
1.3, Audi Sport, I go through customs, the reports
f**k your mother on the Canebière, f**k your dead on the Old Port (Health & Happiness)
Mi amor, it's the South districts, it's the North districts
f**k your mother on the Canebière, f**k your dead on the Old Port (ah)
I'm in the zone, without a helmet on a kit-é scooter
Forget her, she's a puta, she left you
I'm elsewhere, it is from the moula that I crumbled
From then on time, that it f**ked me up my lighter
Burst, flow bazookaw, I have friends who move in case
The bike, it goes "brm, brm, brm, brm", always there, ask Tchyco
I'm in the tap dance game, tracksuit '
I f**k the crazy women who talk about me on the net
I'm on potion there, I shoot two-three on the pet '
By the way, we climb, send the zeros on the Czech
Ah, ah, buddy, what happened? Ah, ah, in your head?
Ah, ah, grr, ratata, ah, ah, for the mapesa
Ah, ah, buddy, what happened? Ah, ah, in your head?
Ah, ah, grr, ratata, ah, ah, for the mapesa
No need to go to Lacoste anymore since I'm made of gold and platinum
And on Twitter, I see their posts, f**k their mothers those who speak badly about the team
