AWA the mafia, my nigga

This is the key to the 6.3, not the GTI
I land in Dallas, I'm back in the country
I leave you the wheel, I don't like driving in Paris
I don't even let you love me, I pay for the room, disappear
Ah, ah, I can't leave my bag in the room
When I'm going to shower, I'm paranoid
I don't trust bitches
But I trust myself when I walk in Paris
If a fool tests me, he will gallop
I'm a loser, when I fuck at the same time, I kiss
I strip you, I leave you your fake bag
Misfortunes fall on me
Yet I had put the System Trophy
And yes, I fuck mothers, I want my trophy, yes
I fuck girls who are too fans, yes
Look, my DMs are stuffed
I never move without my three 'phones
The needle of the meter, I made it ceiling
Get your big nose out of the way, I'm in full light

Ghini, get in the ghini
I cut in the trenches, I'm dressed in jeans
It's been a year since I stopped dealing (dealing)
Ghini, I fuck in a ghini
The bitch talks bad, I her in the middle of dinner
I don't miss the time when outside, we were dealing
I cut flat bars and sometimes wavy
Stop telling us your life
I don't change, I evolve
My thorax is getting bigger
I cash, I cash, I cash, I only think about money
Po-pollos Hermanos
Grafted on my apron
I get my dick sucked by your girl
But as you love her, you will forget everything
Zolasku (Zolasku, sku, sku)
Pollos, Pollos Hermanos (Hermanos)
Grafted under my apron (under my apron)
You will, you will forget everything ('blier, 'blier, 'blier, 'blier)
Zolasku (sku, sku, sku, sku)

It's true that sometimes, I make detours
I can't enjoy in the club if I don't see my team
Bundle of crumpled bills, I have plenty under the three quarters
When the cop's wife will be a widow, we will be even
I put bitch moves and kick moves
Bag of weed and bitches, that's my kink
She sleeps on a king size bed surrounded by carpet (sku, sku, sku, sku)
You got it, crowbar on the door, everything will blow up (tou-tou-tou-touh)
There's only one way to put on my jacket (ouh)
She doesn't turn around, ask Binksky, bye, bye, bye
They want a, they want a feat
I tell them, "No, thank you", bye, bye, bye (ouh, ouh)

Ghini, get in the ghini
I cut in the trenches, I'm dressed in jeans
It's been a year since I stopped dealing (dealing)
Ghini, I fuck in a ghini
The bitch talks bad, I her in the middle of dinner
I don't miss the time when outside, we were dealing
I cut flat bars and sometimes wavy
Stop telling us your life
I don't change, I evolve
My thorax is getting bigger
I cash, I cash, I cash, I only think about money
Po-pollos Hermanos
Grafted on my apron
I get my dick sucked by your girl
But as you love her, you will forget everything
Zolasku (Zolasku, sku, sku)
Pollos, Pollos Hermanos (Hermanos)
Grafted under my apron (under my apron)
You will, you will forget everything ('blier, 'blier, 'blier, 'blier)

(Pollos, Pollos Hermanos)
(Grafted under my apron)
(You will, you will forget everything)
(Zolasku, sku, sku, sku)

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