Marriage for all yeah, congratulations bro
My ex-girlfriend comes back from the Antilles with her ass full of sweets
I'm married to the street
Yeah, I've eaten the kola
Peace to my gang of crazies, bro, Banlieue Sale #BSbollah
Stir up trouble, we're going to confuse them. Arboula, arbé, lingala, peul
Loaded gun, shut your mouth
I was born alone but I won't die alone
1-2-3 trophies, ask Trace who's the boss
Fouiny Baby rolls on gold negro, little hater rolls a joint of hero
Van, cell, joint, robbery, coke, guns
Tour, platinum, promo, TV, radio, Popstar
Life is a finger in a pussy, the other on the trigger
Big guy, I'd rather end up on plates than have nothing on my plate
Reprisals, take out your gun, do it
You have money that sleeps but the cops have caught you
Baby, I rap the competition, do it
Deny all your dirty business, negro do it, do it

Like my nigga French yeah I give you the shout out
Bs we fuck them there's no doubt Inshallah

Like my nigga French yeah I give you the shout out
Bs we fuck them there's no doubt Inshallah

Glenn get out the 5D I'm going to get caught
The Quran nothing is finished we're going to shoot them
Do push-ups, canteen, Fouiny in your cell
I fucked the rap shit she doesn't take the pill

Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day

Beta omega, omega beta hum, Hazba
Run faster than Usain Bolt #SaïdAouita
"Autopsy", "Wesh Zoulette" made you fall from the elite
Everyone wonders why your sure guy wasn't at the Zenith
Fucking miser, funny mentality there will only be one left
It's only on ice that your niggas will take your skates
Taekwondo, boxing but you don't know how to lose
You drive a Lambo' and your brothers follow you in a Jetta
The shame you get kicked out of a club yeah nahr sheïtan
But what shitty artist refuses photos with his fans?
Big shit on the head of your baldness
You're almost 40 brooms get out of here
You hit 17 year olds negro it's getting critical
But in front of Dixon you run run like an Olympic champion
Don't forget that your father was a waiter in a whorehouse
Wait when I think about it, you might be a son of a bitch

Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day

S-kal, Banlieue Sale, sign with us
The others make too much shit, make weird rap
One-two, small bridge, feint, strike, hook
You didn't wait to play football bro to be broke
Robbery, van, kalash, rocket, recipe, retirement
Robbery, van, cell phone, walk, visiting room, canteen, tray
You and your luck, you and your luck, sign with us, you'll get an advance
Don't come test, I tell you in advance, black diamonds #Casamance
The bathrooms, the police stations are full of informers
Very few believed in me I've come a long way since "I'm Moving Forward"
#Cdc4 negro in your pussy
Ask the Bambara negroes we fill the stadiums

Glenn get out the 5D I'm going to get caught
The Quran nothing is finished we're going to shoot them
Do push-ups, canteen, Fouiny in your cell
I fucked the rap shit she doesn't take the pill

Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day
Go fuck your mother it's Mother's Day

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