I only smoke the best hashish
I only drink Petrus, not Pastis
I'm flying like an Airbus in the matrix
Versace, Medusa, nothing fake

I weave my web like Miles Morales
I want Mohamed's money then I cut to the Maghreb
I burn the mic, big flyswatter, nightmarish design
I shear your dirty heads, I smoke some strong dry (click-boom)

I weave my web like Miles Morales
I want Mohamed's money then I cut to the Maghreb
I burn the mic, big flyswatter, nightmarish design
I shear your dirty heads, I smoke some strong dry

Fire in the mouth, I don't rap normally
They drag me in the mud now it's not like before
She wants me to stuff her, savagely and cordially
Survive every day, I avoid the horns, Satan

Have no doubts, my gang is too strong
Don't care anymore, I manage the supply, the demand
I'm on the road in a huge German car (vroom, vroom)
I ejaculate on her almond-shaped eyes (splash)

I do dirty stuff, yeah, that's the only way I get hard
She sucks me off right away, when I come out of the bank
I carry a large sum of money (bundle)
I do my job and I have a good vacation
But I can't leave my post vacant
No one vouches for me
I feel a blade cutting my Adam's apple
Pubic hairs as a toothbrush

I weave my web like Miles Morales
I want Mohamed's money then I cut to the Maghreb
I burn the mic, big flyswatter, nightmarish design
I shear your dirty heads, I smoke some strong dry (click-boom)

I have my brothers at the corner (ooh, ooh)
Barely in the game and I redo the decor (Ouss Wayne)
Alkpote, Limsa D'Aulnay, it cuts Japanese style
Scratching rhymes, I know it
One of these shoplifter castings
Who aim for the max streams every quarter of an hour
In the street, some beaters
At the slightest mistake, we won't make you any flowers

She sends me nudes, she gives me her address
She only addresses me as your highness
In high school, I smoked kamas in the toilets
I have to weave my web like Miles Morales

They find our lyrics too vulgar
I don't give a damn about their popular music
In our presence, all these bitches copulated
On orbit, I wear lunar binoculars

I weave my web like Miles Morales
I want Mohamed's money then I cut to the Maghreb
I burn the mic, big flyswatter, nightmarish design
I shear your dirty heads, I smoke some strong dry

I tried on your jacket because it fit me (plouf)
I didn't give it back, you got the scheme (alright)
You think you're in control, we keep the controllers
I survived thanks to theft like Gad El Maleh (thief)

ASB, I do it for the pin-cos (oof)
Under pillave, it hits like in Edinburgh (logical)
Give the gold and the ingots (come on)
It's been a long time since we've been rapping like crazy (give it to me)

If you like naughty challenges, cool guys not haughty types
The story and the little gossip, I'll be your last boyfriend
You're absent, a zin-cou puts the option on your room (logical)
You go out without putting on cream, it plays tic-tac-toe on your leg (logical)

You come from I-don't-know-where and you tell I-don't-know-what
I only smoke filtered three times, I love shit and foie gras
I make music and not you, I weave my web like Tomb Raider
Zu-shi in my grinder, sushi in my rider

I weave my web like Miles Morales
I want Mohamed's money then I cut to the Maghreb
I burn the mic, big flyswatter, nightmarish design
I shear your dirty heads, I smoke some strong dry

I weave my web like Miles Morales
I want Mohamed's money then I cut to the Maghreb
I burn the mic, big flyswatter, nightmarish design
I shear your dirty heads, I smoke some strong dry

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