Tino, she tells me "yes" three times
In fact, 24 carats was just 3x8 (hey)
Money Time, three points switch
Bonnie Clyde, three pints, drunk
She has her eye on my Swiss dial
Young shareholder, soon to be an executive in Switzerland
You were Grey Goose
I was dry Whisky (huh)
As the other would say, I stay standing
I make my little place
We always had balls
We didn't always have little bundles
She probably prefers us
In little ones I wanted to surround myself
I surrounded myself, with leaders
Young bosses (yeah)
I came to distribute middles
On the young boys (hey)
I make my entrance as a leader
With full passion
Weight on my shoulders and little patience
The ceiling, falls on my head I don't
Want your science I have a headache
I was about to shout
"Long live the trance"

Cone in the mouth as usual
I need a lawyer like Jacques
Too far I no longer wait for her to come back
Big slut, big joint
Roll and cut the contact
So baby, I arrive in style
Discreet, mischievous like an arms dealer
I ask forgiveness from God, from my parents
I have my head in the
Clouds like Willy Wonka

Don't talk to me about love if
It's not to do it
(if it's not to do it)
Cigarette in the mouth after a few drinks
I kept some fervor for
The roles to reverse
I don't give a damn anymore
That the blues reaches me
Where were you when Tino
Was just a model?

You ask us, it goes
Truth has its virtues, you ask for it cash
The guy who got lost gets
His place taken
Don't make that face, come on, take it

Twelve voicemails, three want a feature
Must
Create the mosh pit when they wait for a beat
Hit in the top corner when
They bribe the referee
Cry, like the sky that hides
The night before the cops there are
Cars that crash
There are brothers who let go
Facing the plexiglass glass ceiling
If only I had known
There would be no "What's going on?"
You watch the Aston go by you say
"What's brewing!"
We don't say what we see
We don't say what we hide
He picks up his jacket, picks up his cash
(We don't say what we see
We don't say what we hide)

"No sir officer
It's not a joint but
It's just a cigarette" (huh)
"Baby it's not a whore but
It's just a friend"
To my bow, I have more than one string
At your age, I'll have more than one Ford
Purebred, Arab insures more than a quote
Pure without tobacco, you become more than a friend
The depth of my sentences caress
More than a throat

Don't talk to me about love if
It's not to do it (not to do it)
Cigarette in the mouth after a few drinks
I kept some fervor for
The roles to reverse
I don't give a damn anymore
That the blues reaches me
Where were you when Tino
Was just a model?

Tino, she tells me "yes" three times
Three times "yes"
Tino, she tells me "yes" three times
Three times "yes"

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