Stop playing a role, you're just a slut
You're only good at threatening mothers in front of the mirror
Stop playing a role, stop playing a role (huh, woo)

Stop playing a role, you're just a slut
You're only good at threatening mothers in front of the mirror (stop playing a role)
Filth, I've been in it since daycare
I do paperwork, generation always in place
Hash field, the hard worker is always in place
I climb into the class A, in a sports car
I always speak in Prussian, back of the class
An insolent like the Atlas lion
On the field like Lass, if you want him to move, you khalass

Hello, I know a voice is worth gold
So I use Baudelaire's words
Need some La, so I'm here when you need some weed
Or I send the first air pilot
The client comes to get his modeling clay
In a bed, but I make fraudulent purchases
I was thirsty, you didn't put water in my glass (I was thirsty)
Don't call me when I've taken some loves, we burn them
I know who's there when it turns into drama
I know who's there when it turns into this-that
It deals, I'm only there if it talks in dirhams
I always have drugs, in my jacket
She wants a jet, my dear, you're too stupid
No Chanel bag but a bag of weed we buy
The client does jet-ski, I serve him with a check
We do the job, put away your jab, there are weapons, you look lame (you look lame)

Come at midnight, the field is closed
Opps, finished with eyes closed (steer)
I only target the concerned
The cops wanted to lock us up
Music and the street are my two parents
But the street has shared custody (shared custody)
I wanted my head in the Grand format
Stay tuned, you're not well informed

You're not well informed
Stop playing a role
And I roll up in Christian Dior, huh
Mike Amiri
I roll up in Christian Dior
I roll up in-, I roll up in Christian Dior

Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri
I roll up in Christian Dior, it's gory
I wanted the life of Clinton Njié
I'm flagged like Assane Diop, it's dead
Client towards Corentin Celton, I have
Dreadlocked like Koffi Kingston type
An eye on the weed field, I have
So there are no gaps when the little punks work
It's gory, I make three-point switches like Paul George (switch)
New era, new style
New life, so the girl no longer pretends
Wants me to break her in hostile environments
We leave, if there's no money, we leave
We toast, with the guys, we toast
At worst, I send the little ones who toast-toast
The Opinel scratches you (woo)

I roll up in Christian Dior, it's gory
I wanted the life of Clinton Njié
I'm flagged like Assane Diop
(Flagged like Assane Diop)
Dreadlocked like Koffi Kingston type
(Dreadlocked like Koffi Kingston type)
So there are no gaps when the little punks work
I roll up in Christian Dior

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