Le-leo cooking dope
6, 4, 13

The skis and the opps, we sand them down
She peps, I do questions and answers
I smoke too much, I don't feel the high anymore (well yeah)
You're a traitor, you reek of defeat (well yeah)
Kick well if you want to do a feature
But actually, don't forget BuuBuu has no brakes
You promise her vacations but you have no money
Believe me, when there's famine, you don't feel the cold, dirty bitch
What do you know about misery?
Apart from snitches and whores that you targeted (6, 4, 13)
We trample the commissioner's son
Then he talks, we trample you right after if you don't pay us
Hey, how are you?
What are you into, I'm connected from Canada to the Netherlands (pah, pah)

We don't kiss all your friends
Some traffic with the cops
And some suck in the shadows
Watch out if you're a cop
It can paint you red like the buses in London (splash)
Hmm, hmm, we're not into talking, we light you up with hmm, hmm
I have ski, I have pills and good hmm, hmm
She's not a good girl, she's a big hmm, hmm
Whippin', clean it, you're the one who ends up in the clinic
I already had the grrina when I was writing Drillin'
I'm going to recruit them all from RX to Grigny
We kidnap a minister, the minister's son
Kaliko near the hips, ask the militia (grah)
You think like a homo habilis
Your girl the whore, she gives you syphilis

I arrive virulent so she moves
2015, we steal your Samsung S+
Be-bar full of cyprine so she pushes
I always have a fifteen-inch blade (swing, swing)
I always have a fifteen-inch blade
I push it into your spinal cord (well yeah)
6, 4, 13, call for cash
If you want us to fight, you know how it goes?
One blade, two blades, three blades (tchin')
I blade you if you sound the alarm
I do it like a big madman
You sing like Francis Lalanne
I don't stop, I cut until there's nothing left
No elixir, so no superhero
My heart is cold like Sub-Zero's

Buubuubinks, then I pull out a firecracker
It comes back to per-ta at your ex the bitch's place
Got per-ta, I light up like a tadpole
I roll a big joint in a gamos peta
He owes me money, fuck the detail
Your team is shocked
He chickened out and as a result
He almost died
And when he wanted to lift the neighbor's wife, we saw him run (swing, swing)
If you mess with a girl from a certain guy or a girl from RX, you can die
Stop, stop sucking dicks
At thirteen, here, the kids are dealing
You hit your head if my jnoun is inside (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Or when you hear the bass, you smoke on my cons'
You don't see who you are anymore, it's clear she grew up
She loves bandits too much, she only goes out at night (binks)
From Casablanca to the Antilles, well yes, gasoline, lighter, fire
Call FDM, don't call the cops
They can't decode all the coded messages

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