Eh eh
The rocket, the rocket
The smoke, the smoke
Brr brr
Big 6.9.1 my friend
The strike, the strike, the strike

So dead
I said, "so dead"
Is dead
Is dead
He opened his mouth so soon, he's dead
Badman on the net
You test, you're dead
So dead
I said, "so dead"
Is dead
Is dead
He opened his mouth so soon, he's dead
Badman on the net
You test, you're dead

I'll sleep at your place like Antoine
Here we invite ourselves to people's houses
Arrive with hood and gloves
We blow up your head and legs
The little ones deserve the Ballon d'Or
Shoot point blank no legend
He shot, he scored like Emerick Aubameyang
You step in the block it's "olé olé"
There are the tchoy, the Axel Foley
So we run our best strides
We arrive, we leave, bring the money
Motus mouth sewn, you know
We go back to work (tching tchang, tching tchang)
It's the 6.9.1 that sells the most
But in my city there's only the stup
It's true that I'm too impulsive
In this rap game there are too many whores
And in my city there's only the stup (eh eh eh)
It's true that I'm too impulsive
In this rap game there are too many p

So dead
I said, "so dead"
Is dead
Is dead
He opened his mouth so soon, he's dead
Badman on the net
You test, you're dead

Classic like a Back to the Future
It's butchery and sewing
It's raptors, it's vultures
But soon it's my turn
Always stored in the oven
Never let go of the stup bro
I'm still focused on my cuttings
And buddy in the ue-r, I'm not in the abuse
I really have Vatos Locos who come to take your life
Rappers too negligent, who do too much dit-ban
Who get banned from their neighborhood
And who live in Orleans (bullet, bu-bullet)

So dead
I said, "so dead"
Is dead
Is dead
He opened his mouth so soon, he's dead
Badman on the net
You test, you're dead
So dead
I said, "so dead"
Is dead
Is dead
He opened his mouth so soon, he's dead
Badman on the net
You test, you're dead

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