With my men VM, the Don, he pilots the M (he pilots the M, he pilots the M)
With my men VM, the Don, he pilots the M (he pilots the M, he pilots the M)

With my men VM, the Don, he pilots the M
Black Maserati, we slide like an ice rink
We ride for free just for the coast
Blue bandana, L.A. Crips, I feel like the Prince of Bel Air (Will)
I don't have the key to happiness, I just know that the coal miners get up at the right time
I'm learning to differentiate man and devil
I take life as it comes
I don't believe in the media, I've never been an actor
I would have done it differently, if I had to do it again
I've done some dirty tricks, nobody's perfect (no)
I notice little change each year
I don't vote since the devil has already won (never)
When tourists have Gabbana bags
The locals are as fast as Stéphane Diagana
They talk about Punta Cana, any guy can put his Kalashnikov under his Canada Goose
Daesh messes up, they shoot (bang bang)
To forget the problems and troubles, there's football, there's Canal

Eh, what?

With all the gossip, the rumors will end up in the maco, bang, bullet in the left pectoral
Hugz, you're on fire, put this track in the vagos, even in the wagons, R5 or Murcielago
With all the gossip, the rumors will end up in the maco, bang, bullet in the left pectoral
Hugz, you're on fire, put this track in the vagos, even in the wagons, R5 or Murcielago

This is for the Jeeps, the Lexus, the BMs and the Benzs
I don't skateboard, I don't have Vans
There's no more rap, there's only dance (Don Dada) Don Dada eh
Be focused like the Ford when you see the chicken
This is for the Twingos, the Clios that no longer have the right to ride
Powerful engines with heels, watch the baron
I'll go as far as a dad's break, dirty girls, we've explored like Nissan
Now, we're looking for a healthy life, it's over
This bastard is fake, I know he's a chatterbox
No need for a MAC-10, I come at him on a tractor
You have to manage actresses, we become actors
I'm a nineties guy, I flaunt in night clubs
Pass the peace to the blacks in the Merco ML with the rims that spin on themselves

With all the gossip, the rumors will end up in the maco, bang, bullet in the left pectoral
Hugz, you're on fire, put this track in the vagos, even in the wagons, R5 or Murcielago
With all the gossip, the rumors will end up in the maco, bang, bullet in the left pectoral
Hugz, you're on fire, put this track in the vagos, even in the wagons, R5 or Murcielago

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