Brabra – Brigantier (English lyrics)

Intro :
Brabra, 3.7.0

1st verse :
Fuck you if you snitched
Don’t talk about what you never did
A big lawyer, I’ll avoid the court room
I’ve sinned but no one is perfect
God will judge us all, hein
Don’t think that you’re above the others
If you screw up, bro, it’s your fault
I’m getting out of here, there’s the cops on the coast
LOSSA, LOSSA ! I think they all have nausea
3.5.7 in order to spray you up
I’m not talking about your glass of Rosé (beng beng)
Pist-pistol whip all those vulgar faggots that don’t have nada in their pants
[XXX] the judge already knows the case
The streets are like an ass, you either make it out or you’re in deep shit
I fuck her hard, all the way up to her neck, just after she’s seen the fat (??)
I can see all of them sticking around me like some Frakas
While we’re doing busi-business
You test us, you’ll get killed, my homie, (??) like ice
The guns come from Serbia, Colombia, Russia (Russia)
If we ever take a step back, homie, it’s in order to light you up better with the gun
[XXX] you only have one dope spot, in the blocs it stinks of weed
3.7.0 the place were I reside at, bro, I feel appeased only when I’m reciting

Chorus :
Hey, Briganté, we need money
Hustle, but with gloves on, bro, shout out to the whole zoo
Work, it has to pay off, bro, 4×4, semi auto
Luck doesn’t exist, fucker, fuck playing the loto !
Hey, Briganté, we need money
Hustle, but with gloves on, bro, shout out to the whole zoo
Work, it has to pay off, bro, 4×4, semi auto
Luck doesn’t exist, fucker, fuck playing the loto !

2nd verse :
Follow me, apparently I sodomize the instrumental
Take it easy, bitch ! If there’s some money to put in, homie, I’ll invest solo
You’re saving up some money for your clip, MC you’re broke
Instead of sucking dicks, I rather make money or die !
The cops are tailing me, around here they play man hunt
Sweetheart, do you understand that I’m starving, 10X more than these bitches (Argh !)
Get out of here or I’ll smoke you, lick my testicles
My niggas will do you the gesture that kills
Lo-lo-look in the rear view mirror, check out the storm
That I did to them, as soon as I accelerated
[XXX],I can’t even pass through your rat holes anymore
Imbecile, let’s talk business, you think that you’re going to teach me about things ?
May god forgive me, Wallaye Billaye, I’ll catch them by surprise
Katuka, my beauty, you won’t get in my car
I cash the money in everyday like the Banks
Ask the homies from the projects that are locked up, Inchallah, they’ll soon be back
You remember back when we were talking, well, things have change !

Chorus :
Hey, Briganté, we need money
Hustle, but with gloves on, bro, shout out to the whole zoo
Work, it has to pay off, bro, 4×4, semi auto
Luck doesn’t exist, fucker, fuck playing the loto !
Hey, Briganté, we need money
Hustle, but with gloves on, bro, shout out to the whole zoo
Work, it has to pay off, bro, 4×4, semi auto
Luck doesn’t exist, fucker, fuck playing the loto !

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