Eh (eh, eh)
Heuss the Bastard, skch (skch)
Okay, okay
Yeah

Don't trust the justice, so I do it myself
We're gonna judge you in the basement with my buddy Mohammed
Next to a rocket launcher and three-meter bags
Discreet in the disco like a pickpocket
Forgive me, I'm high, I smoked the carpet
Pierced the bench, dirtied my new sneakers
Bring your wife, the head of oi-m, I fuck her in the toilets
I don't know what's wrong with me at the moment, I'm hungry, I need to stop

Back then, I was too hungry, it doesn't pay for studies
I whip out my dick directly, my cousin doesn't send me nudes
And to think that before, I was already playing hooky
It's not the States, my friend, here, there's no school bus
It's GTA Vice City but in winter version
I quit school, these sons of bitches threatened the mother
To cut off the benefits, the nerve of the war
Automatically, the mother sends me the father

He hits, he hits too late, there's nothing left to do
He cracks, he goes crazy, even he gave up
That's it, it's started again, we start again with Bader
For the family, I'm a nightmare, they need to lock me up
At that time, I don't have reliable guys, I'm hustling in the car
I owe money to the right, to the left, I apply
Hero's field, I do the opening, customers get up early
But there are cops everywhere, my cousin, I cross? A jinx
That's why we end up directly in jail, barely adults

We wanted to recover Gaul but need the shoulders, the codes
Know how to play a role, even I find it complicated, wait, I'm going to roll a cone
Buy a drone, with tape, put silicone
Sometimes, I joke with your sister, I admit, she's too good
Baby, call me Van Gogh, yet, I'm on drugs
I won't go as far as Bangkok to put on boxing gloves
I listen to Snoop Dogg, I don't give a fuck about Pop Smoke
I smoke the moonrock, I'm in New York's pussy

But I've seen all the movies, starting with Bloodsport
I'm the guy who was under the porch, who liquidated the stock
I'm talking about a time when there was no TikTok yet
Where you need a plug and a contact from Kingston
There are plenty of hotels in Gégènes, there's no Hilton
What's up? Your big brother, he's concrete for a ton
He's a joker like you, he didn't steal an apple
I quit vodka mixed with apple juice
I drink tequila, I fuck your mother at the labor court
It's a weird ray, all the machos have no soul

Padapam, padapam, pada-padapam
Stop singing, you haven't tasted the asphalt
I have six joints left, my cousin, come on, let's go to 'dam
This summer, I'm in Saint-Tropez, no, no, I'm not in Cannes

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