Walabok
Your mother the Visigoth
Walabok, walabok

If you fall on me, you hit a bone
Pray that your charm gives you strength
You will never arrive like the feat with Rohff
Thirty thousand euros in pocket, bitch I'm a boss
Long charger, Glock is pregnant
Name of a pimousse, motherfuck bumbaclot
In squadron at the bottom of the block
The cops will lift you at six o'clock
I come back in Manu Le Coq mode
I passed on NRJ, I'm in shock
Hauts-d'Seine there's all the stock
Piracy is never over, walabok
It's not just your tchoin that we tie up
I'm Attila the Hun, your mother the Visigoth
Gillette Mach 3 under the throat
All this is black like Moussa Diop
Boulbi Square, ASB opens its doors to you
Even if you're calibrated, not sure you'll get out
Say nothing to the bigo or in morse
It's in the States the bando, I'm under the porch (bang, bang)
Posted like a Grizzly
I have the heat like Michael Beasley
There's not just honey in my cave
Pay your slates, you get smoked if you're short
Don't care who escorts you
They will drop you like Kourtney K left Scott
High standing hood
I have Mirko Cro Cop in the starting blocks
Street'zer it's always op'
G.A.V'zer, fuck his mother I deny everything in block
Just that you ride in loc', your chains are all in toc
You wouldn't even squeeze a lady-boy in all of Bangkok
So dry, your status is "provided it floats"
The more I know men, the more I love my rot'
Your origin, belonging, we don't care
Piracy is never over, Walabok

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