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Lyrics: Don Joe – BANLIEUE

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[Text of “BANLIEUE” ft. 167 Gang]

[Intro: The Future 167]
Do-Do-Do-Do-Don Joe
Ah, grr, ah, eh, eh
167 mafia (167 mafia)
In the square you die (In the square you die)
Grr (Grr)

[ Chorus: The Future 167]
I come from Ba-ba-banlieue, money in the suit
Under the popos you find the jungle
My GGs in the city do GTA
If your “blah, blah” in the city I hear “pah, pah, pah”

[Verse 1: Master 167 & The Future 167 ]
They do “grr, pah, pah” if you talk about the street
They do “vroom”, mama, I’m counting thousand
Oh, uah, ue, ue, I come out of Banlieue
You don’t talk to us if you don’t talk about money, grr, ah, okay
You did not believe, ah, okay, okay
Neither I never believed in you, mhm, ah-ah
I leave a sewer
The hunger that I have, no, you do not buy
The hunger that I have, no, you do not sell
the You’re hungry, no, you can’t see
Today what you have counts, now I have an account
But I have been counting them for a while, ask my brother

[Chorus: The Future 167]
I am from Ba-ba-banlieue, money in the suit
Under the pope you find the jungle
My GGs in the city make GTA
If your “blah, blah” in the city I hear “pah, pah, pah “

[Verse 2: the Future 167 & Master 167 ]
the road we called (the road is calling us)
makes a ring, call (does one ring, recalls)
Come for good (take good)
to the population ‘with’ auto, vroom
The street loves us (The street loves us) I
count the money I make (I count the money I make)
See you tomorrow (See you tomorrow)
For the money for the package (For the money for the package)
Ah, see you today (Today, today)
For the money you owe (Ah)
If Savage catches you (What?)
You no longer have teeth, then (Aah) Then
you don’t laugh anymore
I’m counting, boy
What you don’t do we do (Brr, pah, pah, pah )
Inside out like a fi ‘
We only gave a shit about the square (Brr)
I lost count of how many kilos
I come from the asshole of the world (Ah)
The next us maybe in twenty years
I make a thousand euros from a fucking tender
From inside a cell you don’t stay there

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[Chorus: The Future 167]
I come from the Ba-ba-banlieue, money in the suit
Under the populace you find the jungle
My GG in the city do GTA
If your “blah, blah” in the city I hear –

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