It's Mafia k'1 fry, 9.4., it's Mafia k'1 fry
Rim-k Mafia k'1 fry, Rim-k Mafia k'1 fry
Living without embarrassment, that's the sound we love,
Yeah big rim-k, 1.1.3., that's the sounds we love,
The experience and the ky-fun, by tradition, that's the sound we love,
That's the sound we love, the experience and the ky-fun.

It's Rim-K the vitrio and his gang, at our place it's funk, banks,
A spliff, it talks, it cuts, on the defendants' bench,
In recklessness, we always live in excess, we only abuse,
Perverted after three glasses, we always break hearts and faces,
Expert like a?, and we snooze on Sunday,
Never move without something hidden in the belt or in the sleeve,
Make the car scream to impress the miss, we have the handle,
We have death, even flirt with you in German, too impulsive I whistle at you,
Climb into my atmosphere, harmful smoke
Call me the big one, call me the big one,
Yeah call me the big one, call me the big one, call me the big one.
It's the fashion trend, spit cut
And it's without me, little wink to the suburbanites,
From my day, with one or two in the dark, with icy looks,
You like this sound that carries my initials R.I.M-K

{Chorus:}
That's the sounds we love, living without embarrassment, unconscious and young, respect,
That's the sounds we love, the experience and the ky-fun
That's the sounds we love, living without embarrassment, unconscious and young, respect,
That's the sounds we love, the experience and the ky-fun
That's the sounds we love, living without embarrassment, unconscious and young, respect,
That's the sounds we love, the experience and the ky-fun
That's the sounds we love, living without embarrassment, unconscious and young, respect,
That's the sounds we love, the experience and the ky-fun

Call me the big one, call me the big one, call me the big one, call me the big one.

For the heights of the city, the youths in the cars,
A little melodious sound for the tough guys, By tradition.

What, you're not coming in, I put you V.I.P. every VSD,
A strange substance like LSD,
play it low profile,
You'll have trouble deciphering the language and the delirium, a jack, a low blow,
The ky-fun by tradition, rap is temporary, it saved me from missions,
Prison, from running too much, because to kick in the ass we are without embarrassment,
In the vehicles, in the dung, when it freezes.

{to the Chorus}

For the heights of the city, the youths in the cars,
A little melodious sound for the tough guys, By tradition,
We want loves without interruption, madness at each appearance,
Camille groult, 9.4., Mafia k'1 fry, let me enjoy the sound

{to the Chorus}

Call me the big one, call me the big one, call me the big one, call me the big one.

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