Ah-oh
Joysad
Fuck
Fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Fuck Louboutin, I read books
I'll dress my kid in Benetton
Little prodigy, sharpshooter
A bit like Dario Benedetto
For beats I ask Lito
In the studio I want all my rascals
To see if I break the mic
Ah that's good I know it's not lies

Yeah my friends are honest
If it's D I'll get knocked to the ground
But the buddies are not crazy
It's just so we can soon spend some money

Phew, to spend some money
You have to hit hard so the slaps resonate
I know it's awful, abominable
But sorry baby it's not me it's the Men

Ouch! It's not me it's the Men
Who do dirty I tell it in my songs
I'm not a bandit we won't cause any problems
We'll fuck the State lying in my house

Big apple hookah
Hookah hit me in the Adam's apple
Money yeah I have tons of it
But baby you have to throw first

Chica chica roll a cone
Chica roll me a cone in advance
My guys want to dry their throats
To taste the honey we smoke before
We smoke stuff, you see stuff, you've never seen before
You see hurricanes in the sky, shout out to Sophie Davant

Sos SOS
I think your family needs help
There's your sis, there's your sis
Who would like me to pierce her in indie
Take the leash, take the leash
Your bitch of a sister wants to devour me
Yeah the struggles, I leave them to you
I have my girlfriend's ass to peck at

I'm going to weigh anchor, I have France to make dance
A series of freestyle to start
Enough to turn up in the club, all your bills in thought
To make your fiancée's pussy wet

Too many ideas I scatter
I have thousands of flows and a rogue's head (samba!)
I see your eyes widen
Come into the universe for a ride in my bubble

I remember the cruelty of the young
For a look it can titi
I'm far from all that, I've left the deals
I'm remaking the world with Titi
Really keep going it's cool you're going to make it
Great that's what they say
But I found nothing to set me apart
Except my hair in this bizbiz
I articulate more, it's not French
My job is a subculture
Take Yann Moix's ears and make them dance
It's in my near future
Oh Maxou come down come down we've been waiting for you for a long time
It's a gift to put on your grave

We don't talk we hit a frontal alone
You stay proud but deep down we all know you're bitter
Their songs are cool, but their lyrics are poor
I listen for 2min, then I pause

So much nothing to say I know all your friends
Your life is summed up in fucking and taking drugs
I'll work at lightning speed, I'm not worried
But I'll change all your predictions
At noon you have to work for Joy S.A.d
I'm going to cross the line and break all your records

I have the rage in my balls, the power of Sibma
The sad makes noise, we'll see each other in 6 months
I'm a little afraid of love because love hurts
But I'm not afraid of death because death is me
Death is me
I'm not afraid of death because death is me

Death is me, death is me hey
Death is me, death is me hey
Death is me, death is me hey
Death is me, death is me hey

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