Booba – Bad Boy Street

Booba – Bad Boy Street Lyrics

Artist: Booba
Song: Bad Boy Street

Fatwa sur les balances, leurs chicos sur les phalanges
Tatoué comme les triades, j’pars en musical Jihad
Armé comme un G.I, comme T.I
Rien ne peut nous arrêter, violent comme l’histoire l’a été

Je m’éteindrai en brillant, t’extermine en riant
Disque de diamant, lourd est le bilan j’ai de fidèles clients
Bakel City ma patrie
Parlons peu, coupe ton portable, enlève la puce et la batterie

In a Rude Boy town, in a Bad Boy Street
J’suis sur l’avenue OK, j’regarde les keufs défiler
Roule un joint d’seum, dans la foulée OK
Hors de portée, mort de rire, sans remord

Quand j’écoute les menaces de mort des forces de l’ordre
Nos vies n’ont pas de prix, les leurs ne sont pas trop chères
Nous Lions et Dos Argentés, eux cochons et phacochères
J’ai vu cette blanche, gros cul p’tites hanches

Je pense qu’elle va prendre cher, j’aime comment elle se déhanche
Coup de sifflet tacle à la ge-gor direct
Lève toi, elles redemandent, elles kiffent le double décimètre
Réfléchir avant d’agir, c’est vrai je devrais m’y mettre

J’aime aller en boîte de nuit avec mon 9mm
Grosse paire de couilles, toujours prêt à tirer cartouche
J’baise en solo, j’suis partout sauf dans les partouzes
Smith & Wesson fait parti du staff

Ma couronne sur le ter-ter, j’fais l’taff comme Ronny Turiaf
On est moins chers que les Farcs
Mon département n’arrive plus à compter les shlags
J’suis un sale négro car maman a épousé un black

Occupe-toi des verres et de la glace, je ramène le Jack (le Jack)
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Bad Boy Street Lyrics – English Translation

Fatwa on the scales, their chicos on the phalanges
Tattooed like the triads, I’m playing in musical Jihad
Armed like a g.I, like T.I
Nothing can stop us, violent like history has been

I will hinder in brilliant, we’re energizing laughingly
Diamond disc, heavy is the balance sheet I have loyal customers
Bakel city my homeland
Let’s talk little, cut your mobile, removes the chip and the battery

In a tough Boy Town, in a bad boy street
I’m on OK Avenue, I’m Warning Keufs Scroll
Rolls a seum joint, in the stride ok
Out of reach, dead laugh, without remorse

When I listen to the death threats of the police forces
Our lives have no price, theirs are not too expensive
We lions and back silver, they pigs and phaochers
I saw this white, big #ss little hips

I think she’ll take expensive, I like how she is swaying
Tackle whistle at Ge-Gor Direct
Get up, they are saying, they love the double decimetre
Think before acting, it’s true I should put me there

I like going into a nightclub with my 9mm
Big pair of balls, always ready to shoot cartridge
I’m solo, I’m everywhere except in the g#ngb#ng
Smith & Wesson is part of the staff

My crown on the terre, I f#ck the taff like Ronny Turiaf
We are cheaper than the Farcs
My department does not happen to count the shlags
I’m a dirty negro because mom married a black

Give yourself from glasses and ice, I bring the Jack (the Jack)
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Booba Lyrics – Bad Boy Street

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From the album:
0.9 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2017