Ah, ah
Malty2bz bunch of bastards
We never sleep, I'm sending the weed my friend
The rappers are scared, all the way to Benidorm
It's drug trafficking
The customs officers must not stop me (ah, ah)
We never sleep, I'm sending the weed my friend
The rappers are scared (brr, brr), all the way to Benidorm
It's drug trafficking
The customs officers must not stop me

The hash twists like gelatin
The weapon above the mouth and I cut tens
When the cops are there, everything's in the underwear
I have a drooling target towards the disabled
I sell drugs to inflate my stash
I can't show my face so I send my little one
Fuck the opps and all our enemies
You can cross me alone in the streets of your city
I have my butterfly every four seasons
Louis Vuitton pants like a victim
Among the big boys, I'm on a mission
I cross one, I do it, then I'm gone
Don't ask me any questions, take a piece of weed
Fuck your rehab if you pull out a crack pipe
24/7 in the Bronx, in the hood it's tanning
They're stubborn so they're going to work for free
7 days a week I'm in the building, I'm in a gang
They prefer the 0.9 when it's dry
Don't think the cryptos are stupid
They're the ones who take it, they know defeat
I'm focused on my quest
When we put on the scale the weight is net
And the powder has caused deaths
We sell death, we don't care we want our money
I'm a fuck boy
Of course it's my fault, small like Malfoy
Snake behind back, I have the (?) To sell coke
Bikes like in Campton
Don't worry I have the brake buddy, go up in crescendo, never given a go
Here, there are no fakes, not changed from the ghetto, let's go
We came, we took back the oven, they became good
I have my capo, I'm not telling you what we're ready to do for the coke
Because the (?) buddy, well it's a lot of money
Miscellaneous facts, we're not afraid of that, I say a little prayer to ward off evil
There's only in front of mom, buddy that I'm calm
If you don't respect then negro I calm you down
A gold record, the money smells death, fucked up
Pour the first drink for my sleeping brothers
We forget no one, and our RIPs receive alcohol
A gold record, the money smells death, fucked up
Pour the first drink for my sleeping brothers
We forget no one, and our RIPs receive alcohol
I'm not cool, before I walked, I tore everything up
But the street touches, we didn't put on a diaper
The cops have already made my mouth bleed but I'm still standing
We can never make ends meet
Negros when you run get rid of everything
There's the canine, the stupid and the crazy trucks
I have the limping Doua, I'm the boss, there's always stronger
I'm not the kind of rapper who's going to puff out his chest
I found myself melting his gold
This negro is fake so we cut his locks
Two, three businesses in the neighborhoods
Don't forget your hood if tomorrow you work
I'm at the coal in black with two, three losses
We're burned, we look like Chicanos
I smile when my phone rings
It means I'm going to bring in some sums
They (?) know their job
A rat-pi bé-tom for the zone
No acting we have several clubs
They rush on them and we're on their gloss'
Despite that no one who retaliates
We put 4-4-2 because there are the (?)

We never sleep, I'm sending the weed my friend
The rappers are scared, all the way to Benidorm
It's drug trafficking
The customs officers must not stop me
We never sleep, I'm sending the weed my friend
The rappers are scared, all the way to Benidorm
It's drug trafficking
The customs officers must not stop me

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