Anas, Gips (brzzzt!)
(Steph Becker beats)
Miss mahala (miss mahala)
I'm hami
I told her mazal (said mazal)
I'm going to make her hala

I rap, I'm in my element, thank you infinitely
I'm touring with Haswill and Felemone, I'm smoking lemon
Lying in front of the TV, I'm networked with Fak and Pele
When it was needed you weren't there, no one to support me
It's hot guys, on Mecca
Now in the hood they're acting tough
I put the mic in the bre-cham, I invested in a mac
Friend it's cool I put a little gel and no lacquer
If you're blood tell me why you don't like
I leave my house I put on the DP or I put on the Nikes
What you say I don't care, buddy I'm naive
I have principles and I won't change teams it's my life
I'll be gold and platinum for life
Madam wants her palace, while waiting for him to pay me
I smoke shit that comes from (?), I listen to khalass
Soupa go pineapple, I'm in feat with Anas
And if the police are looking for me I'm going to the Bahamas

I drink my Capri-Sun (Capri-Sun)
We're not alone (not alone)
I'm always in the zone, the zone
I don't have a straitjacket anymore (yeah yeah)
Even if she signaled me
Cousin, I'm not an easy guy
I smoke resin, resin
I'm in the limousine (yeah, yeah)

The zone in Arai helmet
I see them they meddle in my life? (too much jealousy)
I'm in the neighborhood under salad
She's going to fuck you with carai
The zone in Arai helmet
I see them they meddle in my life? (too much jealousy)
I'm in the neighborhood under salad
She's going to fuck you with carai

Damn, I'm talking to myself, alone
In the block at night (in the block at night)
I dream of a deckchair under the sun, under the sun
Under Jack, under weed
It criticizes it makes manners
I'm touring with Gips at the mallière
On the corner, I'm in Balmain
Don't shake my hand, 59 on the banner
I see time passing, passing in the hourglass (in the hourglass)
A puff I'm in space I harbat in my neighborhood
I have the German bolide, take the turns apart (bang bang bang)
There are some who do the khatar, mata
I'm talking to you in German, yeah, yeah

I drink my Capri-Sun (Capri-Sun)
We're not alone (not alone)
I'm always in the zone, the zone
I don't have a straitjacket anymore (yeah yeah)
Miss signaled me
Cousin, I'm not an easy guy
I smoke resin, resin
I'm in the limousine (yeah, yeah)

The zone in Arai helmet
I see them they meddle in my life? (too much jealousy)
I'm in the neighborhood under salad
She's going to fuck you with carai
The zone in Arai helmet
I see them they meddle in my life? (too much jealousy)
I'm in the neighborhood under salad
She's going to fuck you with carai

I don't listen to the he-said-she-said, the chatter
Miss wants her prince like Aladdin
We saw your girlfriend coming out of Baladin
Early in the morning, at Batin
I have the Marseille style like Barada
I accelerate street of gang there is no radar
I light my pet I forget everything bastard
Like Baby boy he picks me up at the station

The zone in Arai helmet
I see them they meddle in my life? (too much jealousy)
I'm in the neighborhood under salad
She's going to fuck you with carai
The zone in Arai helmet
I see them they meddle in my life? (too much jealousy)
I'm in the neighborhood under salad
She's going to fuck you with carai

Oh mama mia, I won't forget you
From Marseille to Lille it takes tickets
Oh mama mia, I won't forget you
From Marseille to Lille it takes tickets
Oh mama mia, I won't forget you
From Marseille to Lille it takes tickets
Oh mama mia, I won't forget you
From Marseille to Lille it takes tickets

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