Brrrps
Sorry, sorry mom, life has fined me
I turn around when I see the cops (I turn around when I see the cops)
In the neighborhood I take the photo, it feels weird buddy
I dodge the traitors and the (?) (I dodge the traitors and the (?))
I'm not Tony or Toto, I don't touch the coke
Breathe, now I'm rolling a joint (joint, joint)
Now I'm in the move, my song is playing on Mouv'
(?)

I'm Gips not Jips (not Jips)
No need for Chupa-Chups (Chups)
The miss wants me to catch her (I catch her)
I'm talking (?), I'm not hot (not hot)
I'm not yet in the Hit Machine
Ask Heuss, (?) And Yacine
Cousin, if you want to leave go ahead
In tracksuit I can't wear classic shoes, son of (son of)

Hey, I need some money
Vodka in the bottle, I make sounds in the parking lot
Come see me in the hood and we'll break you (we'll break you)
It's the crazy life (crazy)
For now I'm not thinking about it, I'm working but they're not happy (not happy)
They put the mobile radar, I got flashed
I received the mail at home, I was not happy (not happy)
Buddy, how long has your bitch been waiting for you?
If I had done the same to you, you wouldn't be happy

I live my life, I don't care what people think of me
In Tourcoing I don't act crazy, I don't want to get shot in the legs
Always in the neighborhood I manage, now I'm sitting in front of the tobacco shop
I avoid the fakes and the troubles, I have buddies who have fallen

The kids are fascinated, in the street it's not the cinema
Blah, blah, the cops find no burnt motorcycle
No it's not a comic strip, I've hated you it's decided
I loved them I gave everything, it was not a good idea
So, what's new gang? So, what's new (?)
The brothers fuck the aunt, pull the trigger
Apart from that we are here, determined, I took out the weapons of war
It's hot, since it's war the cars are in the hangar

We don't like the hagra, we do it for the money of moulaga
I take the turn like in a rally, you know, it's all for the money
Son of, I fuck you, you betrayed the cause, we don't love you anymore
Gold and platinum on the sweater, Salvatrucha like Jul

I live my life, I don't care what people think of me
In Tourcoing I don't act crazy, I don't want to get shot in the legs
Always in the neighborhood I manage, now I'm sitting in front of the tobacco shop
I avoid the fakes and the troubles, I have buddies who have fallen

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