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Versuri JuL – Bande Organisée (english) lyrics

Bande Organisée in english versuri Jul

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 then, my race, quiet or what? (oh, mathafack)
Climb in the tchop, I do zero 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 him (ah, ah)
You’re a little bastard, 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
Fuck your mother on the Canebière, fuck your dead on the Old Port (Health & Happiness)
Mi amor, it’s the South districts, it’s the North districts
Fuck your mother on the Canebière, fuck 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 fucked me up my lighter
Burst, flow bazookaw, I have friends who move in case
The motorcycle, it goes “brm, brm, brm, brm”, always there, ask Tchyco
I’m in the tap dance game, tracksuit ‘
I fuck the crazy girls 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, poto, qué pasa? Ah, ah, in the cabeza
Ah, ah, grr, ratata, ah, ah, for the mapesa
Ah, ah, poto, qué pasa? Ah, ah, in the cabeza
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, fuck their mothers those who speak badly about the team

In an organized band, no one can channel us
In the area, it smokes the rocket, tracked by the undercover
Hasta luego, make one, hasta luego, make two
Hasta luego, ooh, ooh, hasta luego, bam, bam

It’s 24 karat (nah), I’ve been raping since the days of K-Ra
The technique, the sick flow, artistically, we walk around (ok)
T-Max, Araï helmet, wanted in Kech-Marra
I send him an unstoppable strike, I run his mascara (ah, ah)
The J is the S (ok), um, I’m pulling out the RS (vroum, vroum)
A thick wad, Arlabelek, N.A.P.S (ah, ah)
The, the J, it’s the S (ok), um, I’m pulling out the RS (vroum, vroum)
A thick wad, Arlabelek, N.A.P.S (ok)

Yo, stop your bullshit (yeah), you’re a son of a tain-p ‘(ah)
I start rap with 7 and 3, at the river, I hit the fifth
Yo, I’m aiming for gold, platinum (ah), at the base, it was the foundations
I’m a bit of Zampa, a bit of Zizou (suddenly), I offer a Ricard to Poutine
Young building smuggler, run like Usain Bolt (ah, ah)
I know the handling of my department, in the evening, to offend you ‘(ah, ah, ah)
And it goes: zumba, caféw, caféw, carnival
I’m in the tinted 4×4, tracked by the banal ‘
And it goes: zumba, caféw, caféw, carnival
I’m in the tinted 4×4, tracked by the banal ‘

In an organized band, no one can channel us
In the area, it smokes the rocket, tracked by the undercover
Hasta luego, make one, hasta luego, make two
Hasta luego, ooh, ooh, hasta luego, bam, bam

Equal, illegal (eh), Alpha, Omega (vroum)
We do coup, bullet in the te-tê, it’s the cuenta (vroum)
Pursuit, there are the blues (blue), serene, I’m coming out of the blue (blue)
Ter-ter, front sight, logistics, on the ground, blood, ballistics
A-tchu-tchu-tcha (tcha), it’s a salvatrucha (‘cha)
Traffic haram (ah), Marseille, we find corpses (yeah)
Marseille hala, no more soul, the little ones take action (yeah)
Milli ‘, I want the milli’ like the UFO (hum), these filha puta, I finish them

Yah, we make them friends: enemies, yah, we make them enemies: friends, yah
My pockets are full, you follow me, I did the math plus calculate him, yah (ouh)
Behavior in the zone, yah, behave with men, yah
Keep fishing, me, I have the shape, shape, temenik, we deform you
Because it’s too true, you have a bad look and a bad background, when I’m having fun, you are remade (eh)
In bed, you’re bad (eh), your gadji, we know her (eh, eh)
In the parlor, she turned (eh, eh), banged by prisoners (ouh, ouh)
You owe money, money, money, you do the mala in the “boom, boom, boom”
For change, we click, click, boom, alcohol, we glo, glo, glo (glo, glo, glo)
You owe money, money, money, you do the mala in the “boom, boom, boom”
For change, we click, click, boom,

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