It sucks walls of dicks
To afford the Great Wall of China
Big wire at the back of the bar, it's tampering with the machine
It smokes trikita, producer and hashish
I have nothing to say, I alert my lawyer, Master Kobayashi
I'm in the 9.4 laid back in the zup (?)
We tear up the tar, his mother like Emile Polaris
Akha of darkness at the sight of the navy blues
We fill the bags while you fill your nostrils
There's green in the jar, smell of shit in the local
The strike that comes out of the focal, hatred in the vocal cords
You were waiting for me, I'm back like Karim Benzema
By dint of brooding, you're filled with eczema
We make metaphors, they make meta light
A head of weed in the sheet, half a Marlboro light
We spent our time hanging out, zoning all night
Blue control, red eyes blinded by the Maglight
You want to fuck everyone, life is not a porn movie
It robs for ecus, yeah everything is bought except the experience
She plays the virgin, everyone has gone through the emergency exit
With a bullet hole as big as the hole in social security
They only know how to criticize, we don't give a damn
They're not going to do anything, yeah they just talk so I let it go
I'm in a speedster, I accelerate, I tear up the asphalt
I was tired of the street, I cut myself towards Argelès
She was a girl of joy but you just wanted to fuck her
And you ended up tied up in the trunk of the Porsche macan
A big team from Marruecos like the buddies from the CAN
Little ones determined like Los Zetas in Michoacan

Sunglasses, Peruvian hat
You raise your voice only when your father comes
It works even under the diluvian rain
Hey, once everything is fine for us, you come back
Send the prod, we put spikes on it
Go ahead, stop acting fresh, you smell like foot package
It slaps five figures, we play small package
You touch the pay on the fifth of the month, on the seventh you've already spent everything
Marruecos with Chicano faces
Three times filtered, it crumbles the calos
Firecracker cocktail on a beach in Mykonos
7.62 in the chest if you're a colossus
Move your head to the piano, it's not Beethoven
The box is loaded, its mother comes from Eindhoven
It's just business, there's no room for emotions
It zones in tinted windows, four masked in the 4motion
They tell me the rat dreams of living or you live your dreams
At ease in the city or in the maquis like an all-terrain
You pay in due time or there will be interest
We arrive unexpected like a screwdriver in your kidneys

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