Yo, lil b, it's NKO on beat
(Wow, wow)

I don't have time, make an appointment
You have an apartment, tell me where and I'll come
I was in the band, she moves slowly
I had nothing, look what I get (pow, pow)
No fame, more hunger
The fam' (pow, pow, pow) defames me
I have a FAMAS, Favelas

With-with-with-with risks (okay)
On the jet ski (okay), with Whisky (Nik mok)
Ya zebi, in my mind, zawali
I come on a boat, Zodiac, direction Italy
You talk about Zamagna three shots on your door
7ouma 7ouma, zatla zatla
7ouma 7ouma
Are you scared?
Now is your time
7ouma 7ouma, zatla zatla
7ouma 7ouma
Are you scared now?
Now is your time, now

Tock, tock on your door, bitch, I have my killers behind
AMG two seats, too much noise, I wake up the neighborhood
Blue lights, Zizou pierces your friend's body
Like peek-a-boo he covers his eyes
I rob a bank, zatla, comes from Barça
On a boat, the woods, they keep the lead in their pocket
Bamba, they weigh on the bench talk, if they make a big hole
They put your corpse in it, scream
The last thing you saw in life is the man with a machine gun in a burqa
Rolls Royce, Ghost-Ghost, big shot, Milan-Dortmund
Nonstop, more cash, Rich Millie from the barrio
Give me more, do more because my time is money, bro
Do more, give me more because my time is money, bro

I don't have time, make an appointment
You have an apartment, tell me where and I'll come
I was in the band, she moves slowly
I had nothing, look what I get
No fame, more hunger
The fam' (pow, pow, pow) defames me
I have a FAMAS, Favelas

It's us the bad guys, I don't know if you've seen
I light up your grandmother and I go into custody
It's the cities, we only think about the moula
I lost loved ones, I still have the taste there
It's the R-U-E, you want a topo
Get on the té-cô, I send you a tit-pe
The size of the kichta of the drooling
It's the whole street that comes out acquitted
A little more, you knew what we were saying
It stinks of weed, from the first to the tenth
I climbed my fears and the business
When I walk in the street, I cross paths with clicos
We make the ffre-chi of hospitals go up (bye-bye-bye)
I put my voice on the piano
Only locked up negros in the Viano
I do my shopping in Milan
Like L-E, I make her sing like Rihanna
This year, I have the teeth like a piranha
She does all the parties except the anals
At the base we are banal
But as I'm known she says I'm not bad, oh-oh

I don't have time, make an appointment
You have an apartment, tell me where and I'll come
I was in the band, she moves slowly
I had nothing, look what I get
No fame, more hunger
The fam' (pow, pow, pow) defames me
I have a FAMAS, Favelas

Yo, NKO, cut that shit, I made a million with this

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