Moma Lova (Lova Lova, one two, what you gonna do?)
Moma Lova (Lova Lova, one two, what you gonna do?)

Tell me how many women are you sure to love all your life
Or on whose head do all the brothers swear they are right?
Often many kids to raise alone
Faithful to the post, for her kids she can even beg
You can dance well, be full of cash
You can even be crazy, play the handsome
But who has beaten you the most
With the aim of making someone good, unique
That a stranger avoids saying "that one we screw him"
She taught me certain things about life
The street, the rest, not to rush, work
Never let yourself be tested, too hard to be lost
Here worked a son in jail that the system strives to erase
To all the thugs, poor or rich, dedication
A kiss on mom's cheeks, it's for

It's for all the mothers of thugs
Wherever it is, from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
For all the mothers of fools
Wherever it is from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
For all the mothers of thugs
Wherever it is from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
So much love to all the kids
Sitting on her throne, I place a crown of roses on her dome

Growing up without a father, it's hard, even if the mother perseveres
It helps, but not to find your bearings, that's for sure
Losing your mother is worse, ask Pit I assure you
You didn't get it, remove the sea from the French Riviera
I say you have to enjoy her presence while she's here
Rather than later catching up in tears over the absence
It's not easy to say, love is at this price
Because nothing is eternal, life has taught you, alas
The ex-hobbies, the sex phobias
You have to say that it worries Mama, so I stopped
Because even the last of the murderers has his mother to cry
Shout his affection, without question
You have to put away your gun tonight, leave your shit
Put away the dangers, the risks
Because before being a thug you're her son

It's for all the mothers of thugs
Wherever it is, from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
For all the mothers of fools
Wherever it is from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
For all the mothers of thugs
Wherever it is from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
So much love to all the kids
Sitting on her throne, I place a crown of roses on her dome

Light a Montecristo cigar, dark spirits
Sad foreign spirits, on the microphone I have tear gas rhyme
Love your mother more than anything in the world
Put the father on the left, in eleven out of twelve cases
Because, he is tired
You're the good-for-nothing, you said my boy if you succeed
Oh la la, you become his son again, his son
And while we're at it, also say that you breastfed
Go ahead put the sound, am I wrong in my speeches?
My compliments if you have two, I only have one mom
I do her shopping when she wants even if it annoys me at times
I will be there, will love you until the end of my life
Only your girlfriend can tell you such stupid things
Little girl, dares to say more faithful than my mother
On my life I will make you cut your pony locks
Put your hand on your lung then your heart thump-thump, thump-thump
Does it work? Everything proves that she is still alive

It's for all the mothers of thugs
Wherever it is, from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
For all the mothers of fools
Wherever it is from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
For all the mothers of thugs
Wherever it is from Ouagadougou to the depths of Peru
So much love to all the kids
Sitting on her throne, I place a crown of roses on her dome

Mama Lova (Lova Lova)
Mama Lova (Lova Lova)
Mama Lova
Oxmo Puccino
At the millionaires club (Mama Lova)
The 19th has no more place, time bomb, Dark Side
IAM, aim for the street, cops (Mama Lova)
To all the mothers of the world
To mine above all (Mama Lova)
Oxmo Puccino, black mafioso
Millionaires club
Huh, Marseille, 97 with Paris (Mama Lova)
Kheops (Mama Lova)

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