This is the beginning of the end, dad

Shut your mouth, we have purple
We're on Google, we're on Apple
I fuck the sound, move like a mongol
Come and fight me, let's laugh about it
Three quarters of them are just wankers
At the one again we raise the counters
How much do you make? How much do you sell?
Who do you think you are, you liar?
They talk about me, yeah I disturb
Yet I gave strength, yeah it's strange
To bury them alive, yeah it itches me
But I stay zen like a good Sunday (yeah)
I know you're jealous, I'm in the pub
I sell my pub, the album has hits
500 horses controlled by the Stups
You're looking for me, I'm chilling in the south
Lancel bag, we saddle up on the GS, never in need
Gold chain, gold ring, in the shit
Enjoy, soon I won't talk to the media anymore
A month of brooding, a glass of red
A bit of green, fuck the rap game
I should go see them all but I can't be bothered
In their eyes they know I have the flame
You know the zone, we're in the game my sister
It's all about fucking everything up my sister
Pontet, Luynes, Fleury, Nanterre, my brother
We bury them my brother
Who are you? We've never seen your face
We don't see you at our parties, you're not going to fool me
We've never seen your pussy, you won't be able to please us
You know the zone, we're in the game my sister
It's all about fucking everything up my sister
Pontet, Luynes, Fleury, Nanterre, my brother
We bury them my brother
Who are you? We've never seen your face
We don't see you at our parties, you're not going to fool me
We've never seen your pussy, you won't be able to please us

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