I cut, make straight notches
To kill them, I just need to record ten lines
I arrive as big as Erdogan's office
After the war, I see the divine light
I'm two hundred meters away, it smells like tea from here
I have the vest, no problem, I let it shoot
I'm waiting for the verse that could make me cash
I cut, I keep the teeth in case it would serve me

The Cartier, the Cartier give airs of Itachi
Who will come to make me fall? That's what it's about
The mmes-gra of zaza, the euros to Zazie
I would break her little ass, comes straight from Eurasia
W, the valves like Eto'o or Rossi
Hundred bricks on the contract, the blue-ta, it's cozy
I talk with my jnouns, tell me, "what are you doing? Negotiate"
They say, "you hate us, you know what? Us too"
At the first W, you hear, "oula, the assassin"
She just cheated on her boyfriend, say, "oula, it's not simple"
Pierre lights up a thing that smelled like gasin
I didn't put it deep, she screams like three piglets
580, 580, they will try to kill me but in vain
Even if I know I will see the burning door
I will arrive with a Longchamp and a Lanvin

The strike to Roberto Carlos, the thing is all yellow like the three times
Filtered that I have in my mouth, if you breathe it, you hear voices
I see the screen of my bigo burning, I have fire at the tips of my fingers
I see her gesticulating like a puppet
I have fire at the tips of my fingers (three times)

I smoke a-, I smoke a three times
I smoke a-, I smoke a three times filtered
I smoke a three times filtered, I do it three times, I do it three times
I smoke a three times filtered, I smoke a three times filtered
I smoke a three times filtered, I do it three times

If you want to see peace, you have to shave my head
I arrive full of bullets, on board a 2T
YZ, 2-5, bike is blue
I rush into the wall and the meter, it is blocked
They watch like crazy like the cops at the gate
I need to buy an empty airport
Look around, there are only dramas
We were born, maybe the Creator had an empty heart
I fuck an Italian, she rolls the vowels
I saw them go down and say, "who's the alien?"
I slapped them, it wasn't enough
So they came back, they took the same
I have the 553, it smells like three-three
I listen to "The hyena" and I listen to "Armata"
Even if I know I will see the burning door
I will arrive with the Margiela, the Prada

The strike to Roberto Carlos, the thing is all yellow like the three times
Filtered that I have in my mouth, if you breathe it, you hear voices
I see the screen of my bigo burning, I have fire at the tips of my fingers
I see her gesticulating like a puppet
I have fire at the tips of my fingers (three times)

I smoke a-, I smoke a three times
I smoke a-, I smoke a three times filtered
I smoke a three times filtered, I do it three times, I do it three times
I smoke a three times filtered, I smoke a three times filtered
I smoke a three times filtered, I do it three times

I do it three times, I smoke a three times
I smoke a-, I smoke a three times filtered
I smoke a three times filtered, I do it three times, I do it three times
I smoke a three times filtered, I smoke a three times filtered
I smoke a three times filtered, I do it three times, I do it three times

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