Draco

(Hehe, pew-pew-pew)
You already know it's trouble when we arrive armed
Know that everything that's illicit, I know the rates
Tell me about the price of the Kalash and the Tokarev
We'll all go to paradise according to Polnareff
You already know it's trouble when we arrive armed
Know that everything that's illicit, I know the rates
Tell me about the price of the Kalash and the Tokarev
We'll all go to paradise according to Polnareff

They want a house for mom
Garden, pool, garage
Need to quickly lay the tiles
Your girl for my car wash
Bright red blood
Just after a scar
I'm always in a bad way
Everyone is waiting for my wedding
My darling wants a luxury restaurant for Valentine's Day
She knows she makes me crack, in her new Chanel dress
Human will can do nothing against fate
The weakest are extinguished, natural selection

Since we were little we've been determined (hey, hey)
We never let ourselves be pushed around (pew-pew)
Rapper then businessman (shooter)
I'll buy Free or SFR (hey)

You already know it's trouble when we arrive armed
Know that everything that's illicit, I know the rates
Tell me about the price of the Kalash and the Tokarev
We'll all go to paradise according to Polnareff
You already know it's trouble when we arrive armed
Know that everything that's illicit, I know the rates
Tell me about the price of the Kalash and the Tokarev
We'll all go to paradise according to Polnareff

I'm not here
I'm driving an Escalade
You talk too much nonsense
My guys flirt in Lingala
There's no gun salute
For real we light up
You talk bad we'll mess you up
We would need at least two palaces
At our place we don't go out without a gun, nor without a bulletproof vest
I don't listen to many from the hood, I only listen to dad (loud)
I'm here to make money
I don't have time for chatter (shooter)
If there's nothing left at your place, it's because we've been there

Since we were little we've been determined (hey, hey)
We never let ourselves be pushed around (pew-pew)
Rapper then businessman (shooter)
I'll buy Free or SFR (hey)

You already know it's trouble when we arrive armed
Know that everything that's illicit, I know the rates
Tell me about the price of the Kalash and the Tokarev
We'll all go to paradise according to Polnareff
You already know it's trouble when we arrive armed
Know that everything that's illicit, I know the rates
Tell me about the price of the Kalash and the Tokarev
We'll all go to paradise according to Polnareff (according to Polnareff)

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