Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
What I know
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
Eh, eh

At the counter of a titty bar, gold everywhere like in Trinidad
The art of war and death flows in the veins of the brigade
You think I'm drifting but it's you who's rambling
"Oh if I were rich", grab your Kalashnikov and let's go
I speak the truth, I have Louis Bags, only rats, Hooligans
In my stylish offices, we don't have much style, we only design shootings
Coke in the fuselage, I'll send Rocco for your deflowering
It's your ass that's giving up, I've been fucking the rap game since my youngest age
I've known more tenacious ones, go all the way if you threaten

Oh, oh, oh
That's all I know
Yes, yes it's all, bro, that's all I know
Yes, yes, I always have a lot of work

The street, it impoverishes the heart as soon as you set foot in it
But in the end what is a heart? It just circulates the blood
Calibrated but I am courteous, I qualify b3nah as tournaments
The direction is always straight ahead, there is no better, no "why?"
I am only the Top Single and the Euro rate
Only the ass interests her, she kept the top
She wanted me to change my habits, so I changed my taste
I doubt she can cash it, she must arch her back
If I gave in it's because they at least broke my ribs
No one helped me, as soon as I could I helped others
Tomorrow is far, on my field
There is no one to whistle the faults

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