A blue one, a black leather, I kill like Nino Brown
Your bitch demands your credit card, naked in the bathtub
I came, I saw, I conquered, now I rap in a bathrobe
My phone goes "brr, brr", I'll call back later
Pull up with bitches in my Range Rover
I'm right in the middle of things, I have a purple gun
I pay my taxes with green hatred
I return to Saint-Paul, I climb the H, I enter the pearl
I dodge 15 shots, you know us well, big guy
I don't lie to you like Jackie Brown
A thousand bucks you're going to suck up to us to win the final
Evil red with horns, jinn and black eyes
I know the number is one and ends with a nine
And they are under my Thom Browne, I can't hear them
I'd be there if I had your soul
I'd be there if I had your time, but I don't
Uzi in the closet, we've been dealing for years
We've been dying for years, and I depend on it oh

Given the tastes I have, I tour the city in a black Audi
I smoke the Blue Haze
I'm going to nail your hands, feet, to nail them
I look at the sky, I don't care about their future, or their karma
I know everything is paid for here

I still talk to the moon, I see your reflection in the water
(I still talk to the moon)
I still talk to the moon, I see your reflection in the water
(I know everything is paid for here)
You don't look me in the eyes anymore as if it was my fault
What do you know about my life, since you got out of it
I talk to the stars from the rooftop, there will be a lack of time
My friends who were in it are still not out

A blue one, a black leather, I kill like Nino Brown
I came, I saw, I conquered, now I rap in a bathrobe (eheh)
Pull up with bitches in my Range Rover
E's, balaclavas and lots of gloves
Three names in the directory, I do like Jackie Brown
I've been too fucked up, I still have my dead in memory
Open shirt, big chain, neck pain
In my head it goes "bang bang", I'll kill them later
Pull up with bitches in the Range Rover
Touch your pussy a bit, I'm at the top of the charts

I'm on a case, you're still on a whore
She wants to fuck me not knowing where the car comes from
Even if I'm the deputy in June
I don't lie to you like Homie Quan
A thousand bucks you take the cup thinking it's pure
A thousand bucks they don't put a fucking foot in the ure
A thousand bucks you use my name in front of his creatures
I'm in James Brown's world, them, I don't understand them
I'd be there if I had your chrome, I'd be there if I had your role
But I don't
All my projects, give them dark ideas
In the evening, I told you, you have to believe in yourself to pierce them oh

Given the tastes I have, I tour the city in a black Rover
I smoke the blue haze
I'm going to nail your hands, feet, to nail them
I look at the sky, I don't care about their future, or their karma
I know everything is paid for here

I still talk to the moon, I see your reflection in the water
(I still talk to the moon)
I still talk to the moon, I see your reflection in the water
(I know everything is paid for here)
I don't look myself in the eyes anymore as if it was my fault
What do you know about my life, since you got out of it?
I talk to the stars from the rooftop, there will be a lack of time
My friends who were in it are still not out

A blue one, a black leather, I kill like Nino Brown
I came, I saw, I conquered, now I rap in a bathrobe
Pull up with bitches in my Range Rover
Euros, balaclavas and lots of gloves
You don't look me in the eyes anymore as if it was my fault
What do you know about my life, since you got out of it?
I talk to the stars from the rooftop, there will be a lack of time
My friends who were in it are still not out
My friends who were in it are still not out
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, scoundrel

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