Gang, gang
Mig moula
Beendo
We're here for that, huh
But Beendo
That's why we signed, huh
Gang-gang

They stop rapping, they have no more inspiration
If I stop rapping, it's because I have more than a million
Guys like me, there are thousands
Guys who succeed, there are not thousands
I regret, I didn't do the training center (huh)
I avoid women, the cops (chickens)
And the Freemason's premises
I'm unstable, I need to review my foundations

I've never been to college
I was rubbish, so I didn't do both at once
I thank my head and my voice
Thanks to her, I have assets and possessions
Olive sale, soap sale
It's not the market, it's not the parents' kitchen
Even when they arrange me, I negotiate the price
We give a go and you don't know what's happening to you

I like when it talks in cash, in suitcase
Your girl, she's a whore, you didn't do the beacon
There are no weapons at your place, only crossbows
There are only ten bullets, no palette
The road is long from the depot to the palace
M.i.g, Beendo, it's to shock your mother
I write on the return of the showcase from earlier
Need Haaland's salary, Haller's salary

Beendo Zarzis, aka Beendo Z
Known for extortion and armed robbery
I want my house in Miami
No new friends and a lot of money to death
They are not armed, they are in Under Armor
They didn't work hard when it was freezing cold
Every day for them at the end of the month
Even if money is not an end in itself

Since I'm known like Claude François
At the hotel, the girls, talk too much French
I would have made a good offensive midfielder
But you know my coach, he was too much of a bitch
If I fuck your mother, I do it too decently
I'll do it soon or incessantly
I'll do it incessantly, soon
But need the right timing to snatch his watch

Cartier
Gang-gang (grr)
Mig moula
Gang

We know the grind, we move for the gain
(Everyone knows the grind) everyone knows my gang
There's no choice, you have to be mean, once you have the gloves
Once she gave the go
It's real, don't lose your head for a cavu (never)
In custody, don't tell what you saw (never)
Eyes redden, it smokes on the blunder (the blunder)
Out of the depot, I said "thank you", to the lawyers (thank you)

We all know the end of the movie, it's tragic
Where I grew up (gang) nothing magical (gang)
Artena, it goes down, the neighborhood that stirs
Sometimes, discussions, it leads to R (to nothing)
A bullet to leave you in peace (pah, pah)
Automatic gearbox, it goes back to D
It resells the stump, the weed and the C
The street, it's us, I assure you it's not them (it's not them)
Mig moula, talk to me about making a verse (talk to me about making a verse)

Fuck his mother a chorus (fuck his mother a chorus)
Fuck his mother a fake re-fr, a plan that has ché-mar
It's sure we're going to do it again
You're nobody, you have no business, you don't even have iron (grr)
Stop singing or it will extinguish you
There are those who talk and there are those who do it
Bring the BS, fuck his mother the background
I smoke the 3x filtered, the real, not the fake (the real)
Who will pick me up if I hit rock bottom?
Who will pick me up if I hit rock bottom?
It's only for my people that I open fire

Opps injured, it makes us smile
If I sleep in jail, I won't give any name (never)
You're shocked, on the field sometimes, it's madness
There are humans who make the cannons talk (gang-gang)
Don't play the old man who tells the story (gang)
Nobody believes you, go ahead, fuck your mother
Big, never in my life, I lost my R (grr)
It's either on me or next to me
There will be too many witnesses if we do you right away (gang)
But well, fuck his mother, we're going to do you anyway (grr)
There will be too many witnesses if we do you right away
But well, fuck his mother, we're going to do you anyway

Mig moula
Gang, gang
There will be too many witnesses if we do you right away
But well, fuck his mother, we're going to do you anyway
(Beendo
But Beendo)

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