My brother was pacing back and forth
All alone, I was paying the lawyer
My blood, there are no friends
Only whores who do the Zampa on khapta
My brother was pacing back and forth
All alone, I was paying the lawyer
My blood, there are no friends
Only whores who do the Zampa on khapta

Always the same, always dressed ghetto
The motto is not to look back
It's worth the boss's sum on the bendo
And his wife next to him in the Merco
I'm in the bis bis all year round
Brain elsewhere, yes I'm just floating
For my team, team I could die
There are the cops, I run like Sadio Mané
Right now, I'm not in shape
I smoke weed from California
I sell CDs like Johnny
My team is my family
Brother, you let me down
Big guy, I'm not going to threaten you
I have buzz but I can offend you
We'll see when we cross paths
Jul JuL, La Famax, the uzi the kalash
At the factory like a noich, a pin on ganache

It's joy, melancholy, the madness of the terter
Criminals in the car talking about doing you in
It's worth the money, the chestnuts, the purples and the light greens
I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father
It's joy, melancholy, the madness of the terter
Criminals in the car talking about doing you in
It's worth the money, the chestnuts, the purples and the light greens
I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father
They play the
This sound of the
We play the
This sound of the
We play the
This sound of the
We play the

Too much gold, we argue
It's not joy, it's not a party
They did me a s3our, they have my hair on the plate
Hey solo, I ended up solo
They're giving me the eye, these sons of' would like me to roll over
And I forget the follows, more cheekbones to try his promo (?)
I stayed a discreet good guy, a bit like Ngolo
Hey, it's crying in the living room, son handcuffed
Divorce, injured, you'll see your daughter when she's not disgusted
Resentment for others, thinking blood for the khadadadah
You see me smiling, always capable of bursting your deleleleh
She betrayed you, you hated her with another in a bikini
So get used to the idea that it's over (it's ghetto)

It's joy, melancholy, the madness of the terter
Criminals in the car talking about doing you
It's worth the money, the chestnuts, the purples and the light greens
I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father
It's joy, melancholy, the madness of the terter
Criminals in the car talking about doing you in
It's worth the money, the chestnuts, the purples and the light greens
I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father
Play the
This sound of the
We play the
This sound of the
We play the
This sound of the
We play the

My brother was pacing back and forth
All alone, I was paying the lawyer
My blood, there are no friends
Only whores who do the hundred steps on khapta
My brother was pacing back and forth
All alone, I was paying the lawyer
My blood, there are no friends
Only whores who do the hundred steps on khapta

Ju-ju-jul, La Famax
Talking about doing you in
Yo Marseille
I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father

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