We screw them over, they're stressed, we have the species they're in the glitz
We go to the extreme when we express ourselves and for the SACEM they cheat in the streams
We do the dirty work, we have to burn them, we have to kill them, we do the extra
We're all precise, we get up very early, not in sadness, fuck the States
When I spit big beats on Paname, you swallow my big sausage and the banana
You swallow deep throat and morning-tinale, my sweet dose and I haram salam

When there was Drha there was no one at the rendezvous
They're all shmets they act tough they're not crazy
When there was Drha there was no one at the rendezvous
They're all shmets they act tough they're not crazy

We screw them over we have nothing in our heads
Chilling in the hood with Jack in the piss
Even when I'm wrong I can't shut up
If you owe money, I come early, I shoot
They fear me because I have balls
I'm not in crisis and I don't pay for chrome
The guarantee is a bullet in the head
You know the team, we don't speak Latin
And rapping I know how to do but afro brings in the money
And rapping I know how to do so I mix the two
And rapping I know how to do (ah, ah, oh Naza you love afro too much!)
(I love it too much!) (on this kind of track you have to kick!) (ah yeah?)

Don't say sorry while we're fucking
I rap like a boss it's not the same pain
Bring out the cannons, ready for the coal
I rap like a dad I'm not in my twenties
Bomaye go we're going to shut mouths
Congolese-flow even in the swagger
I rap to Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
Ah, go ahead, it's better if you take your song back

Those who don't cross are the mountains
This follows the amount on Montaigne Avenue
I'm not a liar, I've become a mentor
I put mbata nothing affects me

When there was Drha there was no one at the rendezvous
They're all shmets they act tough they're not crazy
When there was Drha there was no one at the rendezvous
They're all shmets they act tough they're not crazy

When I was in misery, Keblack you're at the rendezvous
When I was in misery, debauchery at the rendezvous
My baby told me I love you, no rendezvous
My baby told me I love you, no rendezvous

Eh-eh, eh-eh my bro leave these baby stories
I'm the one who makes hits, I'm the one who's on the radio my bro
I'll do a little thing listen
Naza I make hits, us two, numero uno
You and me it's only feats we know the job well
And when we were in the dark no one bet a euro
Now the record companies all want us in their offices

We screw them over we make too much difference all in the attack, not too much in the def
During the party no latency we lead the dance while they get high
When we fuck you, krr-dah! Your ass the tam-tam, krr-dah!
Not the same bang bang, my money dring dring, you're out of money you're late

When there was Drha there was no one at the rendezvous
They're all shmets they act tough they're not crazy
When there was Drha there was no one at the rendezvous
They're all shmets they act tough they're not crazy

Binguy this is trap
Ah yeah you want to do your verse
Ah go ahead brother
Ah yeah, you love that
Ah go ahead binguy, bouaka guitar!

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