(You want my opinion? Me, no one has put it on me
You're not my friend, you're just a Fugazi)
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches

Happiness is in the meadow
Misery is in the weed, magic
The outlines in chalk
(This world is (?))
We shoot first, we talk after
I have a scarred heart
On your wrist you don't have the real one
I don't blame you, don't be sorry
The carrier has two drivers on board
A bitch who goes around in a Ford
I'm at Gucci, I'm waiting for them to serve me a drink
The stories I have nothing to do with, first
Wana, wana, marijuana
No cocaine from Tijuana
I need the pecs of Leonidas
Paper, holidays
There are the CRS at Midas
I accelerate, shift gear

You want my opinion? Me, no one has put it on me
You're not my friend, you're just a Fugazi
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches
They disappointed me, disappointed me

You want my opinion? Me, no one has put it on me
You're not my friend, you're just a Fugazi
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches
They disappointed me, disappointed me (son of a bitch, sheguey)

Two, three, four, five bullets a day
Only drugs in the bag
I have the contacts, I have the liquid in my pockets
So normal that she clings
Roubaix, Tourcoing, M in the binks
Only red bricks in the tess
It only takes one girl for me to give the go
Dirty son of a bitch, I have your address
Too many Fugazi in the tess
They need to be chased out of the zone
It's the same ones who turn their jackets
Life of my mother it's not soc'
Khabat in the city, only (?)
I made money in the 'sique, we did what we said
Yes I'm in the Audi, I know you envy me
You're just a son of a bitch, you're just a Fugazi

You want my opinion? Me, no one has put it on me
You're not my friend, you're just a Fugazi
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches
They disappointed me, disappointed me

You want my opinion? Me, no one has put it on me
You're not my friend, you're just a Fugazi
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches
They disappointed me, disappointed me

A brunette on the passenger side
The seat gives me massages
I make money, I calm down
He talks too much, I break his leg
I don't have to justify myself, I'm not your (?)
I don't do your gàv, I have a fucking lawyer
You talk too much, you need to shut your mouth
Vodka doesn't mix with coke
I used to come home with money and black eyes
In Nike undercover I only cross losers
My daughter wants pasta and shrimp
I wouldn't give my money, rather die
(I wouldn't give my money, rather die)

You want my opinion? Me, no one has put it on me
You're not my friend, you're just a Fugazi
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches
They disappointed me, disappointed me

The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches
The sons of bitches, the sons of bitches

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