I'm going to fuck some mothers, fuck some mothers
I arrive hooded, get on the ground
We're too determined
Bunch of sons of bitches, it's war now
Who will live will see
It's me driving the Panamera
If you've betrayed, we'll know
I arrive like Genny in Gomorrah

I'm not your friend, I'm not your whore
I could be your father, little son of a bitch
Get up, move, I'm aiming for the goal
Just need a Kalashnikov, you no longer exist
I have Russian weapons in the Megane
I drink Russian with Satan
Hey, did you talk about the team?
We're going to finish you with buckshot

Gloved, gloved, gloved, for my traffickers oh
For my brothers who've taken years
And from the warrant of deposit, oh, oh
I'm in i, I want to cut, to cut
It's serious, in treachery it cuts me, cuts me
All armed, we don't care if you do Thai
You act big but you only sell retail

Gloved, gloved, gloved, for my traffickers oh
For my brothers who've taken years
And from the warrant of deposit, oh, oh
I'm in i, I want to cut, to cut
It's serious, in treachery it cuts me, cuts me
All armed, we don't care if you do Thai
You act big but you only sell retail

Pure vodka, his mother the whore
Small footprint, the big mistake
Nine-zero I know it's hard
Nine milli' in the belt
And yeah my team is Gold And Platinum
I take the Golf in the bar and I skid
Don't act like a star, I fucked your cousin
I'm going to fuck France like Sarkozy
Weapons of war, Vladimir Putin
Big Cuban cigar, it smells like vanilla
Hey, bend over, I don't want to get bored

You're not a man, don't talk about honor
I see the cops, I give them the finger
You act like a thug but you're just a snitch
I don't joke with you, the cunt of your mothers
I arrive at the level of your window, it's your time
I don't care about my life, there (?)
The streets of my city I know them by heart
Bills for everyone and blood on the ground

I have to shut up the sons of bitches who want my skin
I want the butter, the money from the butter, and the prancing horse under the hood
Fuck your grandmother, I'm not people
I'm not the boss of bosses, we're nobodies OK
But know that the real ones don't talk too much
You act like a thug? You're not the boss
Stay calm if you're not old enough
You underestimate the little ones
Give them a T-Max and a Kalashnikov

Gloved, gloved, gloved, for my traffickers oh
For my brothers who've taken years
And from the warrant of deposit, oh, oh
I'm in i, I want to cut, to cut
It's serious, in treachery it cuts me, cuts me
All armed, we don't care if you do Thai
You act big but you only sell retail

Gloved, gloved, gloved, for my traffickers oh
For my brothers who've taken years
And from the warrant of deposit, oh, oh
I'm in i, I want to cut, to cut
It's serious, in treachery it cuts me, cuts me
All armed, we don't care if you do Thai
You act big but you only sell retail

Gold And Platinum
And yeah it's the team
We come to make the difference

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