Yeah, it's us you cross at the grocery store
You cross not far from the station
Little rascal, you had a close call, if we catch you, we'll beat you up
And right now, there's a lot of promotion, there are masses and girls
Because of my ex, my girls have gone up but it's okay, I'm popular
I push you ten pieces, send half
Yeah, if I advance you, I can't help you anymore
She tans to the max, she tans to the max
She wants to show me her cleavage, hey
I take my consumption at the Caste'
I have a villa not far from Fréjus (not far from Fréjus)
Rush on the barge but when we shoot, we hit the mark

Hooded, it hides the plate
Don't play the thug, a showcase, you join 2Pac
First, I don't give a damn about being a star
Second, I don't give a damn about streaming
Third, I want two or three RS4 or 5
And a pe-pom or a 6
I'm too fast like CR7
I make the JuL sign, there, I'm in the R8
Leg overs, you slide like R9
And like Ronnie, I'm number ten
If I bring out the eleven, you can put away your twelve
Like Zizou, I come from the 13
You have to move, we are hot like embers

A7, bottom of seven, I come home drunk, in Christian, Giuseppe
Fucking everything, it's my job
Parc des Princes, Vélodrome, we have double the keys
Lower the hoods, start the engine, load the machines (load the machines)
The sound of the crazy people who don't give a damn, who rob the store
No need to play the fool, here, we know who does the stuff
I did the stupid, I never studied
Over time, people, they change, yeah, people, they act like bitches
Jul sends the ball, it's Polak in front of the goal
Yeah, the choupetta, there, I'm drunk (there, I'm drunk)
I'm under firecracker, I'm going to turn in the South all summer
Khabat, I have the bob on my head
I cut a block on the 'quette
I will never forget the face of the first cop who busted me

Smoking on the Arc de Triomphe, khapta on the Canebière
There are big engines that snore from the suburbs to the Good Mother
Smoking on the Arc de Triomphe, khapta on the Canebière
There are big engines that snore from the suburbs to the Good Mother
With my choupetta, posed in a GT3
Buddy, yesterday, I was alone, I ended up in a bad state

Han, Squadra Azzura
Only the log and the pure, recidivist
S'brouncha in the 4x4, U-turn in front of the blues
World champion, Cîroc red berry, Hermès, leather goods side
The disc is platinum, full seven, aluminum
Over there, it cuts with lactose, baby, nothing is free anymore
Full at 100, it's 710 and two or three electric guitars
Glasses in the lodge, mathafack

They don't have one, it annoys them, the truth (hey, hey)
It will take more than a paper towel if one of your guys gets butchered (more than a paper towel)
The trunk is full, I say "Hamdoullah, it's deserved" (look at the kichta)
This bitch wants cuddles, I do it to see her buttocks (hey, hey, eh)
Gold and platinum (wah), it has to explode everywhere (all that explodes)
You're here for toast, sleep, we trample on you, yeah, it explodes you (boom, boom)
On the pecule, pallets and in cell, I'm khabat (in cell, I'm khabat)
They say "Cats don't like water", yet, I made some ch- (meow)
Send your ppe-f' on Snapchat
You want to do like us? Try, try, try
You know our cities, Paris-Marseille, 'seille, 'seille
We don't rub shoulders with them, they're just disguised buffoons
In BSB gang, I pull up in organized band.

Eh, yo, on the taro, we'll rip you off (huh)
But if you take it well, we'll fix you up
Drops of sweat beaded on the forehead (bam, bam)
Between the Boulou and the Madam's
Petrouchka, zumba caféw, known up to Santa Few
Yo, we'll eat for everyone
Couscous, mafé, figatew
Like a 13 plate on the Eiffel Tower or 93 on the Canebière
It makes club sounds but the clubs close
I think I'll re-job, TP the week

Lean back (slide)
And I dance like Bobby in front of the building
And I dance like Bobby in front of the building
And I run dry when I see the BAC
Lean back (slide)
And I dance like Bobby in front of the building
And I dance like Bobby in front of the building
And I run dry when I see the BAC

Smoking on the Arc de Triomphe, khapta on the Canebière
There are big engines that snore from the suburbs to the Good Mother
Smoking on the Arc de Triomphe, khapta on the Canebière
There are big engines that snore from the suburbs to the Good Mother
With my choupetta, sitting in a GT3
Buddy, yesterday, I was alone, I ended up in a bad state

You have war weapons and brand new guns
I have the same but better (Health & Happiness)
If you love me, so much the better, if you don't love me, so much the better
Millionaire, five for the family, five for the war (my mother's life)
We're afraid of R, we're going to fuck your mother the keh (pah, pah, pah, pah)
It's the Classico, the pure for the junkies
The weapons come from Mexico (pah, pah, pah, pah)
The game, we break its ribs
It's the Corsico's fault (pah, pah, pah, pah)
Oh, oh, Maria, I don't even know you, you want to get married (huh)
Oh, oh, Maria, don't go up with me, I'm going to sweep you away
Eh-eh-eh-eh, brother, we are the new brave ones
We are the COVID-19, we are the new variant

Wait (Coco), wait (Jojo)
Wait a little, the blood (your guy Coco)
Wait (Coco), wait (Jojo)
Wait a little (it's strong), the blood
Ask Lass', Ibrahimovic
We don't lose the North
We spend, it's like that every weekend (ah waw)
Every weekend, every weekend
Every weekend (you have to work, huh)
We are the Ligue 1, my car at 200
I'll get you a pe-pom if you're threatening
G2B, pi-pi-pi-pi-pi, Bezbar power
Tell them we're here, I'm not in a hurry (no)
We are the city in RS6 (in RS6)
But what do you know? Number 10, Maradona, Zizou
Rip the track, we kill it, that's all
Love to Gallery Dept. Dept. and the engine pops, pops
Passenger side, my friend, it was me on a motorcycle
We are the dirty faces, whether they like it or not
Even whispering, I fuck everything

The Blancpain: a crush, swimmer in standard, Bugatti Divo
It's someone, it's something
It's my pretty one, she's too much my go'
She doesn't even calculate my buzz
She tells me "Don't stay too much in the bendo"
I'm going to spend the winter in the Caribbean
A big jet-pack with the bedo (okay)
There, you think I have a joun, huh
But I drive with my knee (okay)
I want the Chopard hedgehog and the engine that goes "vroom-vroom" (okay)
She put on her heels, she's under balloon
She wants a rapper or a ball player

Smoking on the Arc de Triomphe, khapta on the Canebière
There are big engines that snore from the suburbs to the Good Mother
Smoking on the Arc de Triomphe, khapta on the Canebière
There are big engines that snore from the suburbs to the Good Mother

With my choupetta, sitting in a GT3
Buddy, yesterday, I was alone, I ended up in a bad state
With my choupetta, sitting in a GT3
Buddy, yesterday, I was alone, I ended up in a bad state

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