(Zolaski)
(It's winter, boy)
(Zolaski, eh)
(AWA the mafia, my nigga)

I gotta finger her, not in the ul-c
You gotta suck me, and trick me Z.O.L.A
Four letters, like the stup', son of a bitch
I need a car for my mission (for my mission)
I tear the envelope, I post the bail (post the bail)
I come out of the showcase, I blew the speaker
I see some tains-p', I mark two occasions
Eh, I don't get out of my bed
I'm stressed, I polish my gun
We screw the slightest party-goer
Don't tolerate the slightest delay
I understood they were fags when in the fight, they ran away
Besides, I'm stoned in the parking lot
I've been waiting for a call for an hour
No one will know me by heart
I don't drink any ties like Peter Parker
I come out free, I come out of the parquet
Thanks to the hood of my parka
As a kid, I got screwed, by who? I don't even know why
In the hall, I smoke a big joint of paki
I have grass, I have several packs
We're going to plant ourselves, not to slap ourselves
It's too expensive, I still clicked
It's too late, there's my whole clique
We're going to get your sisters pregnant

I'm not going out without my gun (pa-pa-paw)
Package is posted, I'm being tracked (tracked)
I don't believe the competition, they're my sons (my sons)
They only flop, these impostors ('postors)

The dog of the stup'
Tears up the leather in my car
Package in delivery
I twist the wheel on the A6
Early in the morning, I finger a nympho'
Business class to Saint-Denis and I go to the news
Fingerprints, photos, I was a virgin
There's white paint if your bitch polishes my brush
It smelled like piss (piss)
Where I worked (worked)
Adrenaline, breathless
Even without a corset
You're being chased (woah)
You're a courier (ah, ah, ah)
I'm 19, a Range Rover coupe model
Look, my doll when I grab your cup
I fuck a reality TV girl, it makes a scoop (scoop)
You're on a scooter, you're not listened to
Invested rapper, sure my son, will even be a broker
Cartier glasses, bitch next to me (sku)
It's only if I get drive-by that my job will be cut short

I'm not going out without my gun (pa-pa-paw)
Package is posted, I'm being tracked (tracked)
I don't believe the competition, they're my sons (my sons)
They only flop, these impostors ('postors), hey

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