Hey yo Fouiny
YoungFrenchy 808 (Yo French)
Yo

They invent lives to be credible, that's rappers
In front of the judge they do 6ix-9eggs, facing the prosecutor
I have trouble getting up in the morning because I'm a big dreamer
I left the street because it had stones in its heart
I wrote The Midnight Suns, khoya I shone
I see traces of cocaine when I laugh in your face
Fouin' what's your favorite color? I said purple
On Instagram they act like lions, in the street they meowed (meowed, meowed)
The windows of my cell are broken
Troubles are like joints, they end up settling down
Damn I've come a long way since Square Jean Macé
The pains in me don't want to fade, life is dark but

The snitches have colored hair
Apartment on Saint-Honoré street
I kept telling myself "the million, I'll have it"
Now I only think about spending it
The snitches have colored hair
Apartment on Saint-Honoré street
I kept telling myself "the million, I'll have it"

Yah, yah
Calm down my baby, for the troubles, I don't have the time
Put your butt on my face, let's do a FaceTime
A big joint, I leave the earth and fly without a rocket
I never looked for a fight but I never refused it
I have houses everywhere, my face is on Netflix
I became SVF, without a fixed villa
And I travel everywhere, to Vegas, to Phuket, from the left
I'm too tired, there's a bed in the jet (in the jet)
The snitches have colored hair
Avalanche of snow, powder in their noses
It smells bad if your best friend is in the inspector's office
With a cigarette, a coffee (with a cigarette, a coffee)

The snitches have colored hair
Apartment on Saint-Honoré street
I kept telling myself "the million, I'll have it"
Now I only think about spending it
The snitches have colored hair
Apartment on Saint-Honoré street
I kept telling myself "the million, I'll have it"
Now I only think about spending it

Yo yo, the snitches have colored hair
Yo Fouiny!

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