I made love, I sold death
I sinned, must repent, must hurry
But the client calls me for some stuff
The bitch, she calls me for her tea
The more money I make, the more I think
Am I doing this to buy clothes?
You think I'm a kid, negro, I undress you
I'm not burnt out, when the client goes up, I go down
And who would have thought? Today, I have fans
On the field, there's the lookout who defends
I've locked up half the sums
Them, I know them, half are not men
Even the priests, half are not saints (yeah)
Everything is written but I'm not drawing you a picture
Half of my friends are not saints
They prefer big wads of cash over big breasts
Client who calls me, I'm already there
And if there are cops, I'm already far away (grr)
There's the fight, there's the Christophe Jallet
There's the fight, there's the Christophe Jallet
Had to do it, no point saying "I was going to"
So if I have a plan, I don't call you, you're just a bitch
And me, I've always given when I had
I'm 23 years old, I don't count on welfare
You think I'm joking but I'm serious like the Germans
Unfortunately, I made money illegally
But I have to think about the family, I have to think about the kid
Maybe I'll get pookie by one of my guys
They do the mala in cars, have to racket them like at Roland Garros
In my head, I'm old school, I need a carriage
I'm lacking affection, I need caresses now

Beendo Zarzis aka Beendo Z
I'm known for extortion and armed robbery
I sold drugs to law students
First, second, third year
First, second, third year
I'm on the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots and holds the controls

Beendo Zarzis aka Beendo Z
Known for extortion and armed robbery
I sold drugs to law students
First, second, third year
On the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots, who holds the controls
On the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots, who holds the controls

You know, I don't like to be rushed (no)
So I don't like to be pushed
If you have to put the money, we put it
You don't have the virus, it's the hit that makes you cough
If they act crazy, we mix them
To what I can see, all men are the same
Shouldn't have sucked them all
Weakness does not rhyme with success
Since I'm black, of course, I'm the suspect
We're proud, of course, we don't suck
I have a lot of projects on hold, you listen to my songs
You move all by yourself like Casius Clay
I have a gun so what's the point of being muscular in reality?
There's no point in rushing me
I always returned the money on time
You got screwed over your shit by a budding rapper
I'm mean, I don't look like it
I'm a 9.8 but I don't look like it
There's Dybala like in Palermo
Don't put too much, it's going to sting your palate
You're jealous, you want my project to fail
It's each to their own, have to protect your ball
I'm going to get angry like the songs at Ballo
I'm going to get angry like the songs at Vino (grr)
I write my lyrics on the train going to Viller
I fuck her, I don't know what to say to her when we're done
I don't have new friends, I don't want to affiliate
I have a taste for luxury, I'm a refined negro
I'm on the capital like Rafinha
I don't lose my balls on the day of the final
I'm not too much into force, rather into finesse
So to detail the 'quette, I heated the Opinel

Beendo Zarzis aka Beendo Z
I'm known for extortion and armed robbery
I sold drugs to law students
First, second, third year
First, second, third year
I'm on the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots and holds the controls

Beendo Zarzis aka Beendo Z
Known for extortion and armed robbery
I sold drugs to law students
First, second, third year
On the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots, who holds the controls
On the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots, who holds the controls

Beendo Zarzis aka Beendo Z
Known for extortion and armed robbery
I sold drugs to law students
First, second, third year
On the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots, who holds the controls
On the left side like Sadio Mané
I'm the one who pilots, who holds the controls

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