Ah, it's better to hydrate because this, this is going to be dirty

(Hum shit is sick)
Yeah, I'm a miser, she calls me Jean-Michel Aulas
Yeah, I'm like that, I won't have a kid with a bitch
It's takeoff, don't crumble, don't mix
No sticking, no cool-al in the Cola
It's becoming aud-ch like the cops in Nicolas' time
I'm unbeatable, between real blacks, can we collaborate?
Dodi Al-Fayed, around me
Cuddly pussies sprawled and Galerie Lafayette bags
They ask me my wishes, to avoid deficiencies
Watch the matches at Roland Garros and let the mother ride in a carriage
Before death kisses me, my lifestyle costs an arm
The system screws me to the bone
North Face, not Helly Hansen
Elite dresser, I teach to go get my money
If necessary, I'll take a Vélib', on saddle, on foot, swimming, skiing
Whatever, Philly Flingo, let's go (hum shit is sick)
Discreet in my city, like a kind of ninja
The yield of the nuts with Japanese discipline

It's Flingo, you already know
I'm the Shiznit, it doesn't move, the double DA
Manage my business to understand, go to the village for a little tour
I dance badly but I rap well, it balances everything
I hope to evolve while keeping my speech
I hope never to become a discount negro
The competition, I don't think these guys beat us (never)
I'm not the kind of nigga who's going to quad in Dubai
Toubabs, niggaz, sharp beaks, anti-empty fridge
Italian tile, the Chinese one crumbles too quickly
For modern art, I'm a real contribution so open the door
I feel like Steve Jobs when he made the iPod
I look like a lot of stars, I'm quite unstable
I fuck the Insta' cups, I'm here to pass a stage (hum shit is sick)
Album released, it was heavy, gaddem
Now, there are people who pretend they've known me since the get down years
Flatterer, I never listen to you like when an elected official speaks
Suckers, get off my penis, you're not going anywhere
The benefit of two crazy things, I'm QLF, only the dough
I know the jealousy I cause, it's like when the bouncer turns you away
Stop your salam aleyk, shut up and pass me the briefcase
I'm a polygamous negro, Halle Berry, Salma Hayek (sisi)
An android, a mac, I'm ready to do dirty (to do dirty)
Rap from Paris South, they've known since the start (they've known since the start)
You'd like to join me in the closed club of guys who kill
Excellent is the balance sheet when I recap
We turn the (bitches) and the concert halls, never the jackets
When I'm in action, I always aim for the skies, never Everest
And I don't give a fuck if you see me on screen
I'm above the thirty bar
I'm too old to argue so I don't talk, I strangle (hum shit is sick)
S on the chest, M on the forehead, in form, even in substance
My name is Alpha, I have a star's first name
Rappers send me their CVs so I can intern them
I look at myself in the mirror, I have the face of the boss
The clothes are more expensive, we go from 'cups to duchesses
Who goes hunting loses his place, will no longer have a seat
But I can sit on my achievements, it's better than a chair (hum shit is sick)
I'll always do dirty, don't panic, 7-5-0-1-4, South side, Paris
We want to wash our dirty souls, drink Zamzam water, those who know know (sisi)

(Hum shit is sick)

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