Forgive me, Mama
What are you going to do?

Got my finger on the trigger
Blast, blast, until the Iba3esh are looking for me
RS3 Sportback, curse the purple light
She used to act expensive, now she's winking at me
Because the little one didn't earn anything with Arbia at first
Over time, his exhaust became an Akrapovič (vroom-vroom)
Choya, motivated and in top shape (Only as long as the next cop screws me)
I've cut the line, I'm paranoid again
Voices in my ear saying, "It's getting too expensive for you Govale, stop with Tijara"
But why, when I can finance it?

Forgive me Mama
Driving the hash plates to Franca
Route to España
Pesole brings Emin from Tanger

Forgive me Mama
Your son is a bandit
No goal in sight far and wide
Cops are lurking on the line
Forgive me Mama
Your son is a bandit
No goal in sight far and wide
Cops are lurking on the line

Cops are lurking on the line
Forgive me Mama

Smear the truck full with ammonia
No DNA on my Lacoste pack
And whenever I wear my cap backwards
You can be sure, I've made a profit
All eyes on me
Masked clothing style
Life wasn't always tranquil (oh, Mama)
(Ju-Ju-) Juan-Amnesia, Bobby has a different style (oh, Mama)

Forgive me Mama
Driving the hash plates to Franca
Route to España
Pesole brings Emin from Tanger

Forgive me Mama
Your son is a bandit
No goal in sight far and wide
Cops are lurking on the line
Forgive me Mama
Your son is a bandit
No goal in sight far and wide
Cops are lurking on the line

Pesole brings Emin from Tanger

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