Yeah, it's the Capo dei capi
T.R.E.I.Z.E
Marseille

You want some pure, I'll give you 2-3 contacts
You want some Kalash, I have 2-3 contacts
You want some whores, I'll give you 2-3 contacts
You're looking for luxury cars, I have 2-3 contacts
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
You want some stuff, I have 2-3 contacts

All your guys are fragile, just like my patience is fragile
Bad weather to take a dog out, we make it snow in the city
We move forward, you retreat, for nothing we bring out the gear
In our hands Alcatel, look at my feet #Zannoti
Bar, Rami, machine, Corsica, name of my blood on my chest
Shut up, we're talking business, you screw badly, she divorces

You want some pure, I'll give you 2-3 contacts
You want some Kalash, I have 2-3 contacts
You want some whores, I'll give you 2-3 contacts
You're looking for luxury cars, I have 2-3 contacts
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
You want some stuff, I have 2-3 contacts

You owe me a brick, I owe you a bullet
Weed, bills, everything is vegetal
I'm at the gym working on my arms
I gain quickly, she tells me she loves me #miskina
I'm hungry, heat up the mayelé
Like infants, I love the mabelés
I'm looking for ways, you're looking for excuses
You ask too many questions, you're suspicious

You act like a snitch, not necessary
I like them with character
We're going to kidnap Luis Castro
Why isn't Ghilas a starter?

You want some pure, I'll give you 2-3 contacts
You want some Kalash, I have 2-3 contacts
You want some whores, I'll give you 2-3 contacts
You're looking for luxury cars, I have 2-3 contacts
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
I have shoeboxes filled with bills
You want some stuff, I have 2-3 contacts

Never 2 without 3, mamé
If you don't like it, I don't give a damn
Given what you like as rap
I can't do anything for you, my buddy

This year, I feel we're going to have a good laugh
Come on, come on
Even this one, I won't put it in the album, I don't give a damn
I'm a kid
Northern neighborhood
The thugs are getting younger and younger
Yes, I know, but I can't do anything about it, my brother
New Comorian

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