Away with the mafia, my friend

The bitch, she's dead (yeah)
The guy, he's dead (ok)
Big doctor's salary
Spent in the club, Medusa shirt (yeah)
In the phone, there are hashtags (hashtags)
Stay lit for your doses (hello?)
You, you're supposedly hot (saying)
There's this green thing, I have dozens of them
Look at the detector, it just keeps ringing (beep, beep)
My phones, my two chips, just keep ringing (rah)
I smoke a joint, I'm all alone, I'm at the top
No need to try to question me
Don't go there, here, it pulls the bags
We put on cream but it doesn't change that we're dry
The bitch, hands-free, she knows how to suck me
I put on the condom, I don't know if she's sick

Hey, mmh, mmh, just at the sight, I know you're a customer
I slap you in the face like your client
Represent the street in a Clio
Hey, mmh, mmh, boy, your firecracker doesn't make a sound
We come from below
I've seen everyone come to take the money

Money, money, it's a shame to be dry
If there's nothing inside, I don't want your bag
I smell the cops, that's nothing, it's instinct
Tag all yellow like the end of the extinguisher
I didn't mean to bite your breasts
You wanted to play the bitch, I put you to the test
In the coupe, there are four seats but the youths are five
The woman I love the most is the tan of sin Ziak
Put on "Bro Bro" not zouk
You, you're in line, I cut
A field, not football
Hard to admit that it was my fault
Give me your bike, it won't be hard to lift
Life has no meaning without its loved ones
I have the choice, I accelerate or I pull the lever
No need to try to reason with me (eh)

Hey, mmh, mmh, just at the sight, I know you're a customer
I slap you in the face like your client
Represent the street in a Clio
Hey, mmh, mmh, boy, your firecracker doesn't make a sound
We come from below
I've seen everyone come to take the money

Mmh, mmh

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