NISKA – Bandit Chef ft. MADRANE (English lyrics)

Intro (Niska) :
Eh, bless (bien ou quoi ?)
Yeah, eh
Eh

1st verse (Niska) :
Chief bandit, we’re at war, I activated the mode (eh)
I’m the kind of mean nigga that doesn’t wear any skin cream
That bitch doesn’t know yet that she’s smugglin my drugs (my coke)
I’m the kind of grimey nigga that doesn’t rock any mohawk
Whore, the hotel isn’t for taking selfies (thank you), these days,
my thoughts are grim
In the car, the thing is always with me, the seat is heated and does massages
Posted up like a lord, purple euro bills, money machine (all day)
I’m gonna smoke them my nigga, I’m gonna smoke them my nigga, I’m gonna smoke them my nigga, I’m gonna kill them
They ran away my nigga, when I started showing my fangs, they almost made their moms cry
Give me 100 000 reason not to go crazy, I don’t care if have to go to jail
My family isn’t done getting money anyways, my son needs to end up like Mbappé (ouh)
I’m in the jacuzzi, she’s taking off her G string, there’s champagne
I just got out of Fendy, I spent 15 000, it doesn’t feel like it
Eh, the projects are dead, there’s only the walls that are still around and the time is passing (eh)
Who wants to square up ? Who wants to square up ?
Eh, Police, it’s forbidden for you to enter the projects, it’s rubber bullets versus mortars (ok, ok)
In the bendo, I can’t get out anymore (I think I’m stucked), I always have metal on me, I can’t go through the metal detectors (ouh)

Chorus (Niska, Madrane) :
What’s up my nigga ? We’ve been through the projects
On the dope spot, there’s too many of us, there’s no place for doing nothing (I think I’m stuck)
Les bosseurs font des trous (c’est chaud), les rrains-te tournent à perte (sa mère)
We must not go crazy (I think I’m stuck), we gotta do something my nigga

2nd verse (Madrane) :
This is for all the rude kids
This is the streets, shit is crazy
If she’s hot homie I go talk to her
Pair of Nike sneakers, Lacoste tracksuit
We’re the boss, we’re making babies, we’re riding dirt bikes
We walk up to you empty your pockets before we pistol whip you
We see ghosts, around here things are..
I drank some nassi, I got force
We’re from the 91, so you know that we’re hugry
Things are shitty these days, it smells like trouble
We all have our path, we all have our destiny
I ended up in prison buidling D1, Fleury, Chateaudun

Chorus (Niska, Madrane) :
What’s up my nigga ? We’ve been through the projects
On the dope spot, there’s too many of us, there’s no place for doing nothing (I think I’m stuck)
Les bosseurs font des trous (c’est chaud), les rrains-te tournent à perte (sa mère)
We must not go crazy (I think I’m stuck), we gotta do something my nigga

Outro (Niska) :
Mandjak, Bad Congolese (mauvais), Madrane straight out of prison building D1 (mauvais)
Mandjak, Bad Congolese (mauvais), what’s going on, you bitches ? (Hein ?)
Haaland is doing goal kicks (pouf), Charlie Delta gang (gang)
Mandjak, bad Congolese (mauvais), Mandjak, bad Congolese (mauvais)

NISKA – Bandit Chef ft. MADRANE (English lyrics)

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