Rich as Solomon and handsome as Apollo
I have the humor of Choron and the ring of Sauron
Rich as Solomon and handsome as Apollo
I have the humor of Choron and the ring of Sauron

I prefer to leave
My children in your throat
Rather than in daycare (splash)
I roll joints that
Are the size
Of Gandalf the Grey's staff (roll)
Here, we fuck the justice
The police and the gendarmerie (all)
I lounge in a palace
The maid eats my dick (eat)
If you're hot
I bring my friends
And I satisfy
Your girl fantasies (whore)
Weed transaction
I need to get this money
I take big hits of hash (hit)
I think about dedicating
All my brothers who
Masturbate at Fleury (wow)
I come out of the shadows
You need to turn up the sound
If you can't hear what I'm saying
Everyone has their turn and their moment of glory
Now you pack up your speed (pack up)

I advise you to avoid the world of rap
It's so dirty, little one (dirty)
Do as you please
And enjoy before your parents catch you (catch)
But know that nothing is worth
Being with family in front of a big plate of rice (rice)

I'm in the catacombs
I aim at your horse
I spit out rhymes every second
The emperor, the pharaoh (pharaoh)
At night, I hit on your blonde
I'm going to win the marathon (marathon)
Magazine full of lead bullets
No time for the fight (the fight)
I'm in the catacombs
I aim at your horse (horse)
I spit out rhymes every second
The emperor, the pharaoh (pharaoh)
At night, I hit on your blonde
I'm going to win the marathon (marathon)

Magazine full of lead bullets
No time for the fight
Tounsi

I don't want to hurt you
My sugar lump
But most of my brothers
Have no more remorse
My children walk
At the bottom of a throat (splash)
Put my sound in
Your sports car (vroom, nion)
I didn't even manage to get the baccalaureate
I've lost too much but
Now, I win
It's a mess, man
I'm going to deform your skull
It's the drop of sperm
That overflows the vase (splash, splash)
She sucks dicks like
Ice cream cones (suckwhore)

We want money
Like Monegasques (yes)
Your knees are bent
Because you're wearing stockings (wow)
I come back with hash and
Edges of Spain

I'm in the catacombs
I aim at your horse
I spit out rhymes every second
The emperor, the pharaoh (pharaoh)
At night, I hit on your blonde
I'm going to win the marathon (marathon)
Magazine full of lead bullets
No time for the fight (the fight)
I'm in the catacombs
I aim at your horse (horse)
I spit out rhymes every second
The emperor, the pharaoh (pharaoh)
At night, I hit on your blonde
I'm going to win the marathon (marathon)
Magazine full of lead bullets
No time for the fight

Taste my macarons or else
We will ravage you
We go all out
In your stupid rap
I do it my way
I do not accept forgiveness
This is for my vagabonds
From Louis-Aragon alley

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