Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
XAVii (oh, yeah)
Hmm, hmm, hmm

I saw demons in the night (in the night)
I saw them take my friends
I saw them take my friends
Never bringing them back without asking my opinion (without asking my opinion)
I was born not far from Paris
But so far from the heart of the city
I've been through so many things
Sometimes I feel like I've lived two lives
In the foreign car, a stranger
He smokes on the pack, on the 100g
He admits it, love made him change
I don't see it but there's danger everywhere
In the passenger side of the foreign car
Maybe it's the past that wants revenge
Maybe it's his past that shaped him
But that's not what will eliminate him

I get Vodka and balloons (Cîroc peach and canisters)
For a whore who speaks ten languages (gracias, that's in Spanish)
I pay everything in euros, in dollars (dollars) in dineros
I leave an apartment, I show my statements (like my agent, he forces me)
My damn Skeleton is the price of a Mercedes
She sees me too much like a narco
It's no longer the time of Greeks at four, of car heists
An Arai, an X-ADV (ADV) armed at your appointment (appointment)
There's no one to retaliate (ah)
We're not into gang signs (not into the ah-ah stuff)
But into "hey my friend, where's that from?" (Your phone, your cap)
I'm not going to tell you my troubles (I'm not going to tell you my problems)
Suck my dick, give me cuddles (han, han, han, han, han, han)

I saw demons in the night (the night)
I saw them take my friends (my buddies)
I saw them take my friends
Never bringing them back without asking my opinion
In the foreign car, a stranger
He smokes on the pack, on the 100g
He admits it, love made him change
I don't see it but there's danger everywhere
In the passenger side of the foreign car
Maybe it's his past that wants revenge
Maybe it's his past that shaped him
But that's not what will eliminate him

They called me crazy, not a liar
Pensive at the station when I fill the engine
I took out the TMAX, I don't know the biker signs
Fed up with the cops, you have to pay in mustard
Don't piss me off, either you pay or you leave
We meet in real life but it's afterwards that he talks
You can't hear it anymore when the cold metals speak
I met you in real life, son of a bitch, and now you talk

Nigga, I'm loyal to death
I got a Gucci, Dior
I already spent yesterday's cash
I was there when you were alone outside
We had the same bag, the same pairs
We look like planes in the air
Pray for me if I make it
I'll pray for you if I use it

In the foreign car, a stranger
He smokes on the pack, on the 100g
He admits it, love made him change
I don't see it but there's danger everywhere
In the passenger side of the foreign car
Maybe it's his past that wants revenge
Maybe it's his past that shaped him
But that's not what will eliminate him

Han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han
Han, han, han, han, han

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