Screw the national police, screw the black mondeo
At 130 in the city so the car flies, when I take the speed bumps
There's nothing funny, if you don't shout you're not paid
I'm coming back hotter than before, but boumara tells me it's over for them
I have money to multiply, no time for trivialities
I screw them in every sense of the term, it's a fatality
I've rewound your rhymes and I have some lo-ki, I hear beta omega in the walkie-talkie
The joint is in the tuxedo, I'm at Philipp's doing shopping
And the cops want me in a shooting, they take me for toto rina or John Gotti
Life is hard I'm not going to sketch it for you
Everyone wanted a bite but the cake is not big enough
When I was thirsty, none of you gave me water
I've passed in front, today you see it's hot
And now you want to ger-man, but now it's dead
I'm in the turv' with n.I.C.E, quick and m.O.U.S.S, I've put success in the gps
Screw the mother of hesses (screw, screw, screw, screw)
Screw the mother of hesses bin-bin-binks
I won't forget the whips, I won't forget the cotton and the colonies
I hear them rapping rapping rapping rapping rapping telling only slander
Bunch of jokers, you've never been on the hunter's side
New bundles, new yakhalé, new pairs of shoes

I'll end up assassinated like those who tell the truth
Spare me your lies your sweet talk, spare me your lies your sweet talk
If you act the fool we don't come back at fifteen, we come back at three but the charger is full
If you act the fool we don't come back at fifteen, we come back at three but the charger is full (bitch)
Rejected by the bouncer, a year later I'm paid by the club owner
You want to come in with N.I go put your pussy at the car wash (dirty whore)
How to explain to her son that I'm screwing his mom when his dad is working? (Dirty whore)
I won the war, yet I was losing the battle
Only the good guys get on board, my generation scares me
She wants Louboutin and Chanel, but she doesn't even know how to make butter pasta
And if it eats, I want my share, it's not the crumbs that will satisfy my hunger
At school I was stuck in the back, when there were the cops I stuck it in the ass
And all these sellouts are waiting for redemption, waiting for redemption
Coal coal detention, for reintegration it'll be handling

Heyyyyy
I'm leaving some for the album
Bin-binks

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