(MacFly) a new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet
A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet

Now, stop all your parodies, all these fake rappers
Are only my pale copies
I'm the one and only, I don't have a double
You'll never see me wearing solid gold
Another new orgasmic project
Clear out quickly when my horde arrives, I wrote this text on my laptop
We spent our time, our lives in the street
Spread your legs, we are fantastic
I say this honestly, without bragging
Alk-damn-pote is a great artist
When I get in the booth, lick my tangerines
I'm going to screw you all without vaseline
I don't want to pay the state, like Florent Pagny
Nor screw hookers at the Campanile
Take a big glass of white wine
Your mouth stinks of dick, I avoid confinement
And the hassles, screw everything without wasting time
It's worse than Dante's Hell, joint overturning
In training mode, I hit without wearing a glove
Superb sequence, violent windstorm
Too many people shed blood, I go to funerals
I enter the encirclement, refuse the teaching, don't give any information

In the trap, I have a skewed vision
I want to find a profitable vein
And count a million in cash
The eagle is like a lion in a cage

A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet
A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet

Phew, everything is metaphorical, I remember all my horrible jobs
I even screwed Aphrodite, I must have been in a euphoric state (whore)
I even rap on afrobeats
Life is awful, kid, my stomach hurts
I'm stronger than your favorite rapper
A damn bastard who spits out filth (again)
Phew, everything is metaphorical, I remember all my horrible jobs
I even screwed Aphrodite, I must have been in a euphoric state
I even rap on afrobeats
Life is awful, kid, my stomach hurts
I'm stronger than your favorite rapper
A damn bastard who spits out filth (bitch)
I'm coming out of a big rapta, my koala, a feat with you, I'm not excited
I'm in the Mobalpa kitchen or the pool, like Obama
I could even screw Loana, go protect your girls
I'm going to blow everything up with napalm, it's Jonathan, I'm really hungry

In the trap, I have a skewed vision
I want to find a profitable vein
And count a million in cash
The eagle is like a lion in a cage

A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet
A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet

Meet at the station or at the airport
Kisses to Lakhdar, thug, don't play the star
I'm writing you a novel, my pen is imposing
Yes, I have a big belly, my power is too great
I'm drooling, I'm sending the mayonnaise
On Selena Gomez (splash!) or on these Japanese girls
I scratch on my phone, I confess, I break your girl's ass
Under an umbrella, I smoke good weed, stop your zeal or I'll break your zen

In the trap, I have a skewed vision
I want to find a profitable vein
And count a million in cash
The eagle is like a lion in a cage

A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet
A new trap, a new dark track
Qatar's money stashed in the underwear
I crush these cockroaches, like Conan the Barbarian
I hum in the van heading towards the closet

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS