Below is the lyrics of the song Pris Pour Cible , artist - XV, Xvbarbar with translation
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XV, Xvbarbar
Pris pour cible, pris pour cible
Ce soir c’est dommage c’est toi la victime, c’est toi la victime
Mes gars t’attendaient, au fond tu l’savais, au fond tu l’savais
Ivré, navré, repose en paix, repose en paix, repose en paix
Rafale de balles, rafale de balles
Rafale de balles, rafale de balles
Que d’la peuf',
au tier-quar ca fume la OG Kush
Parle pas trop avec mes gars ou ça sort le gun
(Original Gangster, Original Original Gangster, Original Gangster)
Ne t’approche pas trop tu pourrais t’prendre une balle
Dans ma tête, c’est Al-Qaïda
Igo j’ai pété mon Cohiba
Inspire toi mais copie pas
Ouais si je le pécho je le bute ne vous étonnez pas
T’es qui?
Nan je connais pas
Si j’ai dû te cracher dans la bouche c’est que ca collais pas
J’ai l’adresse ou le colis passe
9 milli dans le sac, on prend le cash en étant poli gars
Parle le minimum pour un
Glock
Rien que sa le-par mais que des floco
Que des aller-retour de la cabine au block
Et quand j’ai du temps je nettoie mon Glock
Y’a des bitches on est dix
Y’a embrouille on est cent
Là tu kiffe quand tu sniffes
Moi je kiffe le biff donc je kiffe quand j’la vends
Targeted, targeted
Tonight it's a shame you're the victim, you're the victim
My guys were waiting for you, deep down you knew it, deep down you knew it
Drunk, heartbroken, rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
Burst of bullets, burst of bullets
Burst of bullets, burst of bullets
What powder,
at the tier-quar it smokes the OG Kush
Don't talk too much with my boys or the gun will come out
(Original Gangster, Original Original Gangster, Original Gangster)
Don't get too close you might get shot
In my head, it's Al-Qaeda
Igo I farted my Cohiba
Inspire yourself but don't copy
Yeah if I pick it up I kill it don't be surprised
Who are you?
Nah I don't know
If I had to spit in your mouth it didn't fit
I have the address where the package goes
9 milli in the bag, we take the cash being polite guys
Speak the minimum for one
glock
Nothing but his le-par but only snowflakes
Only round trips from the cabin to the block
And when I have time I clean my Glock
There are bitches we are ten
There's confusion, we're a hundred
There you like when you sniff
Me, I like the biff so I like it when I sell it
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