Hey, hey, hey (Katrina Squad)

I'm still looking for my limits
Big shots at our tables, the traitors avoid us
Cold, black and empty looks
As if there was only fire in our hearts and guts
I kill them, it's a matter of ethics
I count every ten thousand, I add a rubber band (yeah)
Dressed like in Palermo and I come back from Italy in a big automatic (car)

In the neighborhood, it stinks of death
Bags of money to launder so she's going to swallow (putana)
Yeah, I didn't count my wrongs
I have people to smoke, I have hungry people (yeah)
You, you're not in my saga, I have the best taro per liter in Malaga
Gadjo and Pelo, I fuck you and I have no more respect
Even if you've been here since the Sega (son of a bitch)

Here, there are only whores who say "the street, the real one"
We never said it, but if you pass here
At the wrong times, you're going to understand
That we're not going to miss you if you think we're nice
I was little on a bike, I've grown up now
I can hit the biggest, I can slap the kids (puto)
Mom can reopen her curtains
There are no more crimes below, there's the pool
You're going to see that there's crazier in my pharmacy
They will only see my dick in their orifices
I made more sacrifices than a freemason
I come back meaner than before the double platinum (tain-p', eh)
With all my gratin (oh yes) with the best hookers (hookers, eh)
You're a tramp on IG, I no longer serve balls at ten G (nan)

You'll never see me on my knees, go fuck your mother (your mother, yeah)
Give me a few seconds
They will no longer be of this world (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go fuck your mother (motherfuck, yeah)
Give me a few seconds
They will no longer be of this world

I can't stand them, there are a bunch of rappers, that I fathered
You were in the dungeons, but we relaunched you and you should recognize it
We're going to let them have orgies, I leave you your team of fags
I speak to the world of the night during the day, I speak to the world of the street always
You will never be a member of Baron Rouge and never higher than my belt
They put my heart in a voodoo doll
I'm far from the bulimics, far from the too greedy
Far from the sons of bitches who see everything in percentages
Now, I understood
That there are only Judas under false innocent airs (Money Time)
I'll fuck you after, I'm going to shoot two bars
I'm no longer in the embers (go fuck your mother)
Come do in real, what you have to do, at my address
Big network, big roll like at the 'Ste'
I don't hang out with guys who play dirty
I know all the names of the truffles that have been fucked
I know they're going to come back as if nothing happened (huh)
You know us, better we talk
No one is going to racket S (go fuck your mother)
You phone us and better we talk, I pass in a TT RS (vroom)
We come out of the abyss, a chip, it's three, four on a KXF (scoundrel)
You're a big guy who plays generous
You bluff us with a UNICEF bracelet, huh?

You'll never see me on my knees, go fuck your mother (your mother, yeah)
Give me a few seconds
They will no longer be of this world (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go fuck your mother (motherfuck, yeah)
Give me a few seconds
They will no longer be of this world

Yeah, nineteen
Twenty minus one
Twenty minus one
I take back my reign
Puto, oh yes
Baron Rouge, scoundrel
Baron Rouge
Baron Rouge
Go fuck your mother
Go fuck your mother

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