Yeah, yeah, that's it

Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You've forgotten your credit card again (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You say you've been out with her (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed
Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Apparently you're a big thug (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You're a good girl and you love me (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed

Specialized free kick shooter, wrapped in the corner
The left foot to Adriano and the right foot to Beckham
Don't tell your stories, stop lying
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed (yeah)
Zerma, you're getting laid, you've got money?
You drive a big Ferrari, you forget that we lent you the car
You live off your big brother, he makes money
Relax, stay on earth, you're not worth a nail, aah

Zerma, you're big, zerma, you sell shit in bulk
But it's been over ten months since you owe me fifty euros
(Give me my money) zerma, you're hot, and you're brave
The last time there was trouble you ran away (oh, coward)
Zerma, you're fresh, you're fluid, and you have a lot of money
But you stutter when it's time to pay the bill
Zerma, you tell everyone that you've been out with her
You didn't even touch her, you're giving her a bad reputation

Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You've forgotten your credit card again (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You say you've been out with her (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed
Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Apparently you're a big thug (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You're a good girl and you love me (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed

And yo Zerma you rap, you lift dumbbells
The kids give you a hard time, sweep kick you to the ground
On TV you act proud, in the hood you're just an ostrich
Head down, pants down, with a microphone in your ass
Zerma, you play the good girl, hallal W
He pulls out the alias, you wet the leather of the BMW right away
You just get lifted, in all the neighborhoods you're busted
You want to hide your files to try to get married
Zerma, you dress up the race but you only steal
Last clothes, empty pockets, not enough to pay for a coffee
At the restaurant you go to the bathroom when it's time to pay
You forgot your wallet, yeah everyone knows that
She's 25 years old, mean apartment
Zerma, she's the most sought-after girl in the department
Prada glasses, Smart, Casa, oula, she's a bomb, khoya
I met her at Thalassa, big, yeah, yeah, that's it

Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You've forgotten your credit card again (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You say you've been out with her (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed
Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Apparently you're a big thug (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You're a good girl and you love me (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed

Zerma, you're full of knowledge and you're full of business
You've sold two or three phones, you think you're a businessman
Apparently you know people, you know so-and-so and so-and-so
You turned all red, you stuttered when I passed him on the phone
Ooh, where's Hamou? He's gone to the United States
With two or three of his buddies, under the Miami sun
Damn, one of the liars, I rang his doorbell, his mother told me
"Ha Samir, Wouldi he's gone to Kabylie, huh"

Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You've forgotten your credit card again (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You say you've been out with her (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed
Apparently you're getting laid, you've got money (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Apparently you're a big thug (yeah, yeah, that's it)
You're a good girl and you love me (yeah, yeah, that's it)
Everyone knows you, you're busted, your hooks are telegraphed

You're a free kick shooter
You're a big liar, you think we don't know that, or what?
Eeh, we know you recognize yourself when you listen to this song
The family, huh
It tells stories, ah, the stories
Always, always
Tonight the rappers who say they're thugs
The politicians
We're still waiting for purchasing power
We're in trouble
Tonight the guys, the girls, in normal life
There are always big liars
Big free kick shooters
L'Algérino, Marseille

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