What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Now I'm with Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Yves Backa or Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

But I was drunk so I couldn't get in
The octris came and busted me, they wanted to gut me
They told me about what was happening near the Strait of Gibraltar
I told them I don't know anything, you bastards
They blame me for more than one zodiac
I'm (?) in my Jack
My eyes are squinted like Bruce Lee
At this hour I'm under jack
Fuck the bis', the BRB, the Guardia is really stupid
From Malaga to Saint-Tropez
It sends tons of dos-bé
Cut-off racing cars
The Moroccan police don't give a shit as long as you scrape
Every check 200 dirhams
Don't talk to me about freedom, equality, go fuck yourself
The youth is messed up
OK

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Now I'm with Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Yves Backa or Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

As young people we all went through Bois-d'Arcy or Fleury
We grew up, we all dress at Versace or Burberry
Fuck the kawai and its theory
I have a little air of Thierry Henry
Roll a little zdeh and we laugh
I'm out of category, money didn't spoil me
I could die for Yves for Baka or for Sambo
I'm insured all risk, I fuck them
Fuck the police
Dilemma on the ble-ta so chill I'm getting drunk
The park was floating so I had to slide
There was the octris and the 36 so I had to disappear
It wasn't the Crips and the Bloods it was the rich and the poor
At Fleury you needed five six cigarettes on Monday to be on top
I learned that facing the enemy you don't just need to be gloved
You have to finish him on all fours al dente
Shoot him behind the tinted windows
There's no more time to like or comment

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Now I'm with Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Yves Backa or Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

Place des teuf' the 19
Hey the buddy at Gaston Pinot
I don't burn out everyone knows how to push me by 300 kilos
They told me: "wesh buddy You don't have to end up alcoholic"
Calm down a bit so the alcohol
Don't end up like these bums
Opinel, 11.43, Glock, Beretta
From the rette-ba a ton and a half
Da3wa they won't stop me
The detail goes by jetski
He doesn't work his liner
In Ketama, Abdelhamid is more rated than Pablo
Well yeah he handles billions he doesn't give a shit about being ugly
He has four wives, fifteen hectares full of horses under the hood
Ferrari, Lamborghini fuck the cops from Bobigny
They shoot in the Mini Theremin
With us it's never over

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Now I'm with Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

What's the plan for tonight?
I'm not here to mess around
It's a chill war, even if it ends up in custody
Yves Backa or Abdoulaye, soon we're off to Dubai
Belleville, Rébeval
Tell me, what's the plan?

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