AWA the mafia my nigga

It's true that in the morning, I change my 'cup, and that
Every week, I change my car, 38
Special, really special, thug
Detail, I grab the donkey's back
In the club, I get heated by bitches, eh
I change my routine and my bundle, 38
Special, really special, thug
Detail, I grab the donkey's back

Stuffed in the back of the stairs, we drown our worries in the sky
I wish death on Skyler, I don't even want to see her skeleton again
Oh my god fucking shit, the B.A.C crushes my head
All winter, I watch, my plavs' must not spoil
Big car, it's getting busy
My mom is not even worried anymore
Tonight, I come back in a 4x4
Tonight, she ends up on all fours
Zoladinho bombs on the ring road, I'm full of coke, no one can paraphrase it
Behind the cops, on the competition no jersey
Hard to make the effort, the niaksage makes me suffocate
So sometimes, I stash a gun on me, I don't have a machine gun yet

It's true that in the morning, I change my 'cup and that
Every week, I change my car, 38
Special, really special, thug
Detail, I grab the donkey's back
In the club, I get heated by bitches
I change my routine and my bundle, 38
Special, really special, thug
Detail, I grab the donkey's back

Nothing has changed since blizzard except that I broke the last Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Fuck (damn), I'm dead on the bike (on the competition)
Squinted eyes, I don't see the donkey's back (no)
If I want her to give it, she gives it
If I see three-four cops, I slalom
Aston Martin or Subaru, impossible to drive well while being sober
I tear up the asphalt of the Pont de Sèvres
I smoke a lot of bars and I drink all that in one go

It's true that in the morning, I change my 'cup and that
Every week, I change my car, 38
Special, really special, thug
Detail, I grab the donkey's back
In the club, I get heated by bitches
I change my routine and my bundle, 38
Special, really special, thug
Detail, I grab the donkey's back

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