I'm in the 208, we're burnt out
I'm making dirty money and starfoullah I'm not tired of it
There are zipette chips that make 20 G
Fields that debit, from Colombes to Clamart
Beasts of ents-cli like Pierre Palmade
Don't park here, the kids will eat you
To break the neiman there will be no harm
There's a T-Max, all the kids have courage

Charo, you never cross me in Balmain
Tncp and the checkerboard bag
At the stud' with H, the whole room smells like tamien
In winter, I manage the field, in summer under the palm trees
Stapled pochton, you won't get a bonus
At TP I'm loaded, on my phone I have the solution
She wants me to handcuff her, it's her fantasy
Mine is to break her with a police uniform
Speak in suspense, you're no longer polite
The nerves are tense, I'm waiting for my packages
I'm not going to zouk her, I'm not going to stick her
At 210, I make her wet in the car, han
Is there a ceiling? There's coco in the Jerry Can
The bill for the bag is much more expensive
Than that of Orange or Numericable
There are South American contacts
I hear the taros of the zipette and I laugh
He's good but I'm hooded all weekend
Like Rico when he manages the sympho' of the bike
I'm handing out fines everywhere like the Public Treasury
Her account is private, her pussy is public
Pedal, I'm not a network guy
But your girl loves it too much on Insta' when I post

I don't do sports, I have a caliber that stains
Ask Mola, it fucks them calmly
It's Clamart, Colombes, don't worry we're there
It sells the moula, there are guys who scam
Solo in my delirium, go fuck your race
It chains the offenses, it collects bundles
Ask Bark, it sells the moula in the building
And at six o'clock, the PJ who hits
It's 92 where it bursts
I know more than one who have run away
When I pulled out the mili' in his face
Never in my life I let a guy go for a 'tasse
We replenish, we are efficient, nurse upstairs
I see them sucking dicks for dedication
The kids will squeeze your neck for Audemars, bitch
We love money, we love the biff too much
I smile a lot when there are four beeps
She doesn't fuck, she's an actress, shotgun with Max B
I recount the SACEM in the Heetch
They act brave, they're big clowns
Never in my life we sell the SIM, I have kichtas filled with elastics

You hear it's the street to the sound
It's Col' in person it's not Olomide
Go to 215 there are unlimited pochtars
Starfoullah all the tits-pe want to imitate us
Grrah, grrah, imitate us
It sells the coco to the max in the city
It pulled out the bail, it was too excited
You get busted, don't say I incited you

You hear it's the street to the sound
It's Col' in person it's not Olomide
Go to 215 there are unlimited pochtars
Starfoullah all the tits-pe want to imitate us
Grrah, grrah, imitate us
It sells the coco to the max in the city
It pulled out the bail, it was too excited
You get busted, don't say I incited you

I've been dealing since the time of marbles and stabilizers
Fear to this bitch, on the asphalt I damage her
The mixtape is ready, they will get hard on the album
We get high in Dubai, no more canteens
Watch the soké, you're dead if it gets damaged
Watch your little one, she snaps me when she dresses
Head crushing, it looks like I have hooves
In hell, you burn, you don't have the fruit to Sabo
KRK just brought a te-boî
While you were going to rub asses in the te-boî
You tell her, I love you and there's only you
But in her pussy at three o'clock, big, there's only me
There are very big calibers in the dresser
In one phone call, there's zipette on order
The little one has an extraordinary hunger
He would be ready to go work even in Comoros

You hear it's the street to the sound
It's Col' in person it's not Olomide
Go to 215 there are unlimited pochtars
Starfoullah all the tits-pe want to imitate us
Grrah, grrah, imitate us
It sells the coco to the max in the city
It pulled out the bail, it was too excited
You get busted, don't say I incited you

You hear it's the street to the sound
It's Col' in person it's not Olomide
Go to 215 there are unlimited pochtars
Starfoullah all the tits-pe want to imitate us
Grrah, grrah, imitate us
It sells the coco to the max in the city
It pulled out the bail, it was too excited
You get busted, don't say I incited you

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