Boumi'
You know I don't like to do this

Wasting time, I can't miss this
Lack of money makes us aggressive
We need papers, money
Too much pride that we become wounded, wounded
We make paper, money (we need money to eat)
My heart hurts but I don't even care (my heart hurts)
There are many enemies who want to mmh, mmh
There are many enemies who want to mmh-mmh (ouh-ouh-ouh)

The ghetto, it's the ghetto, the concrete for the ghetto
The weed for the network, these bastards are too stupid
The business in the trap house, the ghetto, it's the ghetto
Your girl gives the go, gloved, I do the job
We're not going to pretend everything is fine here
There are many enemies who want my skin but I'm already ready for that
I don't even need you, I have paper, money
The Uzi will sing the Boutata like Fally Ipupa
They are not practical, this world tires me
Both feet in the hood, as soon as I arrive, I'm on the move
I have what it takes to panic them, mmh, what it takes to scare them
But, this world tires me but well, it will be okay

We pull up, pull up your car, the one who gets beaten up, has no luck
You like to wake up the beast, the sounds of storms and tempests
Angers, black smiles, if we don't see you anymore, it's because you're dead
Hendek, there are people who talk, it's the euros that make them talk
I shouldn't have trusted them, look, all these bastards, they destroyed my heart
I arrive in a big car in front of the club, Notorious Big
It's dead, in my head, it's dead, J.Lo, Ri-Ri, Beyonce
You're my medicine my daily life makes that, sometimes, I mess up
I roll another one and directly, I take off, why don't you answer?
You know I'm a guy from below, it's the life of the block we sing
If I missed you, you're lucky, more tickets, I walk

The ghetto, it's the ghetto, the concrete for the ghetto
The weed for the network, these bastards are too stupid
The business in the trap house, the ghetto, it's the ghetto
Your girl gives the go, gloved, I do the job
We're not going to pretend everything is fine here
There are many enemies who want my skin but I'm already ready for that
I don't even need you, I have paper, money
The Uzi will sing the Boutata like Fally Ipupa
They are not practical, this world tires me
Both feet in the hood, as soon as I arrive, I'm on the move
I have what it takes to panic them, mmh, what it takes to scare them
But, this world tires me but well, it will be okay

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