Yeah, yeah

I defend mine like Nesta, distribute like Iniesta
Gringo, how are you? Little bastard, what's up?
My bitch wants to party, for me, it's not a party
Here, it's not a party, here, it's not a party

I grab the liquor on the table, I whistle the bottle to the neck (yeah)
THC in the brain (yeah) I make big cash, I make big cash
Fuck his grandmother a little job (fuck his grandmother a little job)
I went to So' without even going to Bouneau

I'm here, it's the renewal, JOS base, it's the base
You know my name, my phases and my at sign
Young negro, I undertake like Malamine, Koné, Airness (yeah)
I make cash like the fair (yeah) she wants to undo the Hermès belt

True negro like Mandela, Malcolm X or Aimé Césaire (Césaire)
Life taught me not to let myself be done (yeah)
I pull a joint, I fly in the air
If necessary, I become severe
Get out, you annoy me, only God I venerate
I see red like Michael Owen, black energy like Jesse Owens
Undercover, Rick Owens
Bulldog attitude (yeah) bald under the bob (yeah)
I arrive with all the mob (yeah) while the game eats all my dick

I defend mine like Nesta, distribute like Iniesta
Gringo, how are you? Little bastard, what's up?
My bitch wants to party, for me, it's not a party
Here, it's not a party, here, it's not a party

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