Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah now you know how I start
This is the 6

My vatos are doing dirty on the Yamaha
T.R.O.P hot, there will never be better
I'm gonna do you and your best friend
And then I'll see who says the best goodbye
I'm the C63 of rap, bro
Who are you, dude?
Maybe it's gonna snow this winter, but Timal is gonna storm
A little alcohol, much less charity
It's war, soon we're bringing out the tank and everything
I'm placed here in front like Chicharito
We have to turn around to help the carts
Here I'm on a stolen motorcycle, at the roundabout I say to my buddy "ola"
And there are heads that have been jailed when they end up by SMS on motorola
They ask me "what's new? when's the V8 coming?"
I answer "Calm down, I'll give you the piwi"
Be happy we didn't put the power
Or I'm invincible like Rocky Balboa
They ask me "what's new? when's the V8 coming?"
I answer "Calm down, I'll give you the piwi"
Be happy we didn't put the power
Or I'm invincible like Rocky Balboa

I walked 100 steps in the city, smoked 200 joints in the year
I have enemies who are free, and brothers who are condemned
I walked 100 steps in the city, smoked 200 joints in the year
I have enemies who are free, and brothers who are condemned

My joint end is furnace colored
I'm pissed off involved in the bad ovens
No luck the rrain-te is closed
It's good we might have made Mylene Farmer happy
Wounded soldier doesn't want a nurse
I like it when it starts to get dark
Here, it's not farmer's rap
Soon your thing is big I'm breaking the clasp

Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them
Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them
Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them
Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them
Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them

Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them
Turn off the light, I'm gonna do something gross to them
We're on the field, but not the D3 one
Bitch or rapper, I'd say I fuck a bit of both
The rhymes haven't changed since the minitel era
Look what it gives when I write at midnight sharp
You know I'm into alcohol, so forget your mini shovels
They tell me "kill them all, soon you become a soldier"
It's T.I.M. he's dangerous
Number ten, he's terrible Götze
I wish them all to perish at the zoo
Stoned, it seems I'm annoying to others
Report 5 on the barge at the top
It's when the sector is peaceful that we hang out
Bad payer, we find him we hit him
Applause, big I please men

Neighborhood, waiting
Alcohol, to all
Brain affected
Neighborhood, waiting
Alcohol, to all
Brain affected
Neighborhood, waiting
Alcohol, to all
Brain affected
Neighborhood, waiting
Alcohol, to all
Brain affected
Neighborhood, waiting
Alcohol, to all
Brain affected
Neighborhood, waiting
Alcohol, to all
Brain affected

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it's T.I.M.A.L
It's T.R.O.P hot

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