Ah yeah Bersa
Koston

It's dead, we're spending the summer in Beriz
May God bless us, at the top I have to land you
Rs Cuatro, Ronnie's life, I do like Pablo
It charges the beldi' in a Nardo gray gamos
Oh the bomb, moreover, it's not even certified
I go at two hundred, look at the jealous one, the face he makes
There's the bolide, listen to the noise, it's too crazy
It's the ghettos of France, we're the big money
Hey, the area is burned by the cops
Little brothers on the rrain-té (the plata, the plata, the plata)
It goes "eh", there's sun, the RS is armored

I'm in the tinted RS4
Gé-char, I dodge the pigs
We're in the binks all year round
The smell of weed is strong
There's the lookout in front of the landing
No more magnet on the doors
Need a ceiling to get away
Arrival at the Old Port
No money, need khaliss
Need to fill the suitcase
I spend the summer on Beriz (ah-ah-ah)
No money, need khaliss
Need to fill the suitcase
I spend the summer on Beriz (ah-ah-ah)

Let them talk, these jealous ones, we know them
It's Napoli, in the city, Vespa zone
Sacem of Vianney, I go from RS to Viano
My city lives off Amné', I have the guitar, no piano
I hide the moula, I dodge, the Skoda, I have the Audi
More views, it makes more enemies
I made myself all alone like Mohamed Henni
Audi RS4 in the driveway
Vroom vroom, I make noise all over the city (vroom, vroom)
Big engine, I make the OPJ run
I no longer know fear since I know the Uzi, ah-ah

I'm in the tinted RS4
Gé-char, I dodge the pigs
We're in the binks all year round
The smell of weed is strong
There's the lookout in front of the landing
No more magnet on the doors
Need a ceiling to get away
Arrival at the Old Port
No money, need khaliss
Need to fill the suitcase
I spend the summer on Beriz (ah-ah-ah)
No money, need khaliss
Need to fill the suitcase
I spend the summer on Beriz (ah-ah-ah)

Cîroc Pineapple, Belve' (Belve')
C.p. Company, LV (LV)
Hey, do you want a ten or a twenty? (Re-frè)
Money, we know how to wash it
You talk shit when you're drunk
I don't even know her, she calls me "baby"
I stay in my city winter, summer
They stop me, they tell me, "It's Marseille, baby"
(What?) She finds me cute
Since she knows I broke the million
(What?) The little ones are in the middle
They have medium-length hair, the Milan tracksuit
My girl, she's tired of me
I leave for weekends weeks and months
My girl, she's crazy about me
She wants me to cuddle her, mwah
Between the thugs, the robbers, the informants
The scales, the liars in the cartel
Me, I've never been a whore, bro
I've never been a mole, never walked with my legs apart, Kofs

I'm in the tinted RS4
Gé-char, I dodge the pigs
We're in the binks all year round
The smell of weed is strong
There's the lookout in front of the landing
No more magnet on the doors
Need a ceiling to get away
Arrival at the Old Port
No money, need khaliss
Need to fill the suitcase
I spend the summer on Beriz (ah-ah-ah)
No money, need khaliss
Need to fill the suitcase
I spend the summer on Beriz (ah-ah-ah)

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