Takeshi-san

I'm with Dee Youv, that's all
If you want to talk about fimbis, go around
Buddy, you talk about my plans, I'll suffocate you
I make the baceux run behind, I'm out of breath
She told me "I'm coming", that's cool
I call two friends and I arrive, it's good
We screw you at six, it's hood
If we do it, it's because we need more ous-s (advance, advance)
We burn heaps of petous
In the building, there are my real pals

There, I'm going to Gucci to score
Captain, I've shot heaps of penos
I rap in the booth, I'm hot
She likes when I call her on the wire, it's cute
I go to the grocery store, I take chickpeas
I tear you off and I tell myself that deep down, it's ugly
But the thing is, I love money like crazy
So I sell, you buy to make me ous-s
Storm when the defenders chase me
I don't have anything crazy left, I put everything
I'm not too happy, I'm getting into trouble
If I go to the police station, I lie like crazy
I'm not too happy, I'm getting into trouble
If I go to the police station, I lie like crazy

There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (aah yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (pah-pah-pah)

There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough

I'm in the store (hey)
I was designed for attack
Real negro doesn't touch the minimum wage
Real negro doesn't touch the fake (bitch)
I send you spikes like a mosquito (bitch)
I'm a rock star tah Woodstock (aah yeah)
One stick, two sticks, three sticks (aah yeah)
No inspiration, I roll another spliff (aah yeah)
I'm a tank, I'm expected
New outfit, a K in the future
She wants her party, take off her skirt
I finish the bag, she wants my tail
I don't go to the club, it's not my thing
You walk home, it's not my back
Always khabat, we smoke a big one
And you repeat when it's Dee

Hey, Roshi, send the taga, here, no fake thugs
Mali, Senegal, Togo, many brothers from Congo
Your life is just crari, negro, your life is fake, it's burnt
I'm coming, I'm going to eat them all, I'm coming
I'm coming, I'm going to kill them all, slay

There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (aah yeah)
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (aah yeah)

There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough
There, I practice crazy stuff
I'm in the city, I make crazy dough (aah yeah)

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