We only put 18k gourmet, schoolboy nuggets
I'm a punchline professor, you're just a little schoolboy
I squat the stairwells and I've been around the planet
These chicken sons, I only like them in nugget boxes
Brolics, MAC-10s
With each theme, that's what you like
Always on guard like a takatem
Cartier, trifle
I drink the Ghost, I drink the Ghost with Jafaden juice
I thread you like a Lacoste sock and I eat you like a falafel

I'm a hungry wolf like Logan
I listened to your songs, they are low-end
Powerful like Naruto, I have the rasengan
In all fields, I'm the only one who wins
The departmental police
Would like to hole us like Emmental
There's nothing magical, guy, it's all in the mind
95310 is the postal code
Like megra, well, we weigh your body
I'm stubborn like 25S
There are snitches so my friends keep quiet
In the neighborhood, they sell synthetic drugs
You're a bitch, there's no hypothesis
It's hard and no, it's not a prosthesis
We want to reach the top like hostesses
I want 3000 euros in the chepo
The potato and the weed hidden under the chepor
I won't give any of my guys' names in front of these pigs
I want to roll over all my enemies in schepor, hey
I have the cap, not the crown
Evry-Courcouronnes application
You want to suck me? It's dead if you have crowns
You want to suck me? It's dead if you have crowns
There are guys who are liars
Get inflated once in the hole
I don't just have Obito's eyes
But also the mentality of a biker
I watch her ass when she walks, there are waves
I spank (?)
It details 100 g with daggers
It's when I drink a little that I ramble afterwards
It shakes the locks to death as if we didn't care about life
I know the real ones, it's family first
Shooting outside, don't go to the window
Totally involved in the deals
I grew up so now I want money
Don't be surprised our lives are not the same
But when there's the BAC, everyone cuts
We're on the corner and it sells
In the hall it stinks but there are soaps
You have the dented cochi, you're not a scholar
I share my plavons with my gavons
I share my plavons with my gavons
The $tos, the $tos, the $tos, Seth Gueks

We only put 18k gourmet, schoolboy nuggets
I'm a punchline professor, you're just a little schoolboy
I squat the stairwells and I've been around the planet
These chicken sons, I only like them in nugget boxes
Brolics, MAC-10s
With each theme, that's what you like
Always on guard like a takatem
Cartier, trifle
I drink the Ghost, I drink the Ghost with Jafaden juice
I thread you like a Lacoste sock and I eat you like a falafel

That'll do
The $tos, Seth Gueks
The father, the son, that'll do
9-5-310 sbleks

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