Piew, piew

Don't worry, it's all good
You don't like me, you're jealous, go park yourself
It makes me laugh, bunch of crazies
There's undeclared bomba chica
Need to make money, here I come in Kata
Don't open your mouth, let the lawyer do the talking
Yeah, I'm hot, you've upset me
Too many mercy blows, I don't want to get attached anymore
If you have money, tell no one where you've hidden it
My heart is too heavy, it's a burst I'm about to let loose
For a siphon, 'phon, 'phon, she's acting crazy, crazy, crazy
Things get done, done, done, not over the phone, phone, phone
It's war, ask Houari, Jul, Brips
Matrix glasses, go ahead take the pic

Brother
For the sum, you arrive in the zone, brother
When there's no more, you leave like a crab, it's not pretty
Big engine, crime, bikers, 2-70 on the meter
Send the glasses and the mustards
Drugs and money, that's the engine
A coal in the block, only TP in the bad
Upgraded chargers

I smoke my tea
There are jealous ones, bastards, bastards in the helicopter
I did the coal, the construction site, yeah I'm brave like my father
If I had listened to the strollers, I would have screwed mothers
The whole family cries when one of the brothers is deferred
It's my wife that I prefer, I like when they loosen the handcuffs
We know how to do the hagra but when it's brothers, we separate
Stop making me the determined one, then you're going to bring me pairs
We come, we screw everything up, we leave, we know how to do things right

I'm amoroso, I need to work on my back
I have all my strength, I smoked the whole piece
I'm amoroso, I need to work on my back
I have all my strength, I smoked the whole piece
People, people, people
They make me mean, mean, mean
People, people, people
They make me mean, mean, mean

I shaved the 'stache, eh, Nicki Minaj, I'm going to fight
You let me go, khey, I'm not Vin Diesel, son of a bitch
And who do we thank? And we thank Jul, we do the Jul sign
And who do we thank? And we thank Jul, we do the Jul sign
Like Mickey in Snatch
Pass the faya so I can light my snitch, capisce
And when you make money, it's weird, they all want to know what's in your pocket
Buddy I'm used to it, I'm not the victim, I know life kills
If we talk about the street, it's because we've lived it, oh asshole
In gold and platinum in the flying saucer, joint, Cacolac
The miss drank three glasses, she's hitting on her roommate
Snapchat oh yeah 7, Insta it's G-I-P-S
I'm in the Merco GTS, I'm burning cigs, I'm sending secs
And in the neighborhood, when I squat too much, to tell you the truth, I'm making scenes
Tomorrow if I take out the Audi Quattro, damn, zebi, they all die

There's the Skoda turning, there's a Caddie blocking the road
And to insult your family, no need to know Larousse
I'm turning in the zone with a lemon, I'm selling CDs boss, not liters
Do what you want, give me a fine but as you've been listening to me since the bottle
They're looking for trouble, it makes me mean
they don't like me but they listen to my songs
They don't know what to do so they bring me down, they're making movies like Luc Besson
I don't talk like the Transporter
I make scores in a quarter of an hour and I keep a low profile like a Carter
Smoking kills, smoking kills, me, I'm burning my lungs, do you know?
Do you know that if the 9 milli' comes out, you have no more security?

I'm amoroso, I need to work on my back
I have all my strength, I smoked the whole piece
I'm amoroso, I need to work on my back
I have all my strength, I smoked the whole piece
People, people, people
They make me mean, mean, mean
People, people, people
They make me mean, mean, mean

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