Twenty-nine

If we cross paths, sure, it's shoot on sight
Then there are the statistics
You're admitted to the hospital
In a critical condition, it's not abuse (no)
In the shadows, Nosferatu (oh)
600 horsepower, will you see me again? (Huh)
The past catches up with you
The kids have grown up, they're beating you with a baton (ah)
Py-pyromaniac operator
A meter paid straight
Engine doped to death, AKs, Zumba
Hooded on the negatives of money and sedatives
Lover of iron and fire
I have all my time for the money, hey (wah)

Big profit, you take us for young men
Hooded in the car, Rum in my Seven Up
Four-wheel drive, 80 in the envelope
Han, aluminum, aluminum (aluminum)
Big profit, you take us for young men
Hooded in the car, Rum in my Seven Up
Four-wheel drive, 80 in the envelope (four-wheel drive, han)
Aluminum, aluminum

.38 under the oversize, .38 under the Northface
I'm going to fuck you, the real ones know
If you leave with prosthetics
It's because there's me, my bandits in the car
Hello, I came for my part
My heart is not white as long as my eyes speak
As if I came to take back the Apes' share (oh), oh
You have a wallet hanging from your nose
It's sure that you've crossed our paths
I adjust and I make modifications
30 shots, I can shoot at random
Put my name at the top of the poster
Little fucker, I'm not 20 anymore
Pass in my street, lower the window
See if you don't get slapped (oh)

Big profit, you take us for young men
Hooded in the car, Rum in my Seven Up
Four-wheel drive, 80 in the envelope
Han, aluminum, aluminum (aluminum)
Big profit, you take us for young men (paw)
Hooded in the car, Rum in my Seven Up (mathafack, han)
Four-wheel drive, 80 in the envelope (han)
Aluminum, aluminum

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