Beautiful girls, a killer
Luxury, speed
Isn't that a cliche
In a rap video, you see?
Well, I'm not going to put ugly girls
And I'm not going to start
Living in a campsite, right?

I'm on a boat in the city, my flows come out of the Lab
Like a dove in a hat, I've raised the flag
My images, they're Picasso, I broke through, I was a teenager
Rap makes you paranoid, my career, it's a robbery
World tour in a pedal boat
La-la-la Latino like a Narco, I want Ronaldo's wife
The SACEM of Soprano

Who's this guy? Yeah, it's Biggie
I was just a window shopper, became rich
As if I had won the Bigdil, I'm invisible
You can't catch me, I'm liquid
And I have character like a whisky
Yes-yes, those who criticize my big team
You have to ask for the statistics of my victims
It's not fictitious, my career must be a miss-click
Poor thing, it's mystical, the misses love my missiles, ah

I'm under the guardianship of my brother like Britney (ah)
Why are the most beautiful ones, the most complicated? (Ah)
But of quality, and in quantity (shh, ah)
I'm an australopithecus with a lighter
I'm the best version of myself
Don't play sharks if you grew up among whales
People in the front row will surely faint
On the prod', I'm comfortable, hot like embers
Hot like snow (hot like snow?)
Hot like snow, boiling like Norway
I make sacrifices, but those who speak ill of my little brother
Will get a Will Smith
Will it last?
Come on guys, bet on our actions
Buddy, I set the bar too high too soon
So with it, I do pull-ups

I want to be free, I want to be proud
I want a villa by the sea
I want to be rich, I want to be a father
Make a scandal all my career
Like (Booba)
Like (Booba)
I want to fight, I want clashes
And make only enemies
One day, I'm going to shave my head
And go to Miami
Like (Booba)
Like (Booba)
(You see what I mean or what?)

Oh, the beauty, I'd like the Insta' of your best friend
At the label, when I release a single, I see they celebrate it
Latino, I'm hot like a glass of Mezcal
Una linda mezcla, arriba, arriba
I didn't kill rap, no, I have an alibi
My life, like a roller coaster at Walibi
I'm taking it easy, my darling in Tahiti
I'm not Luigi, I'm Waluigi (hin-hin)

You saw me grow up like the actor of Malcolm
Every year a new season
Homies, let me make another million albums
And then, I go home
And I love what you love to hate
Old school, I just bought the PSP
My clips on all the TNT channels
Buy a piece of my dick in NFT

You work at McDonald's, you have a Louis Vuitton bag
You think you're the wolf, in fact you're just a sheep (jerk)
You play the star like Los Angeles
But you live in Argeles

Hey, Stromae, Gims and Sopra'
Sorry guys, we love you, basically
But with this album, we want to widen the gap
Empty your halls, steal your fans
I only think about beating you
No, it's not being cash, but listen to me
I'm hungry, I've filled stadiums
It was just a step, rather a detail
The Beta version, so we wanted to tag
Hidden under the tables, I don't want to doubt myself
My mother can testify, I was born for this
Don't ask me why anymore, I have love to spare
They didn't expect me, like a terrorist attack
It's not too late, Bigflo looks at me
With stars, like the first time
But he's my star, huh, cut the prod'
This year, we're going to fuck everything up, you'll see

Dangerous like an ex-fan (yeah)
Like Thomas, I come from space (yeah)
My sweater, it's a Desigual (yeah)
I have the same tastes as an old lady (yeah)
Shout out to the homies from Vietnam (yeah)
Your girl, I've already managed her (yeah)
I see everything like the KGB (yeah)
Put tape on your webcam

I want to be free, I want to be proud
I want a villa by the sea
I want to be rich, I want to be a father
Make a scandal all my career
Like Booba (B2O, Bigflo)
Like Booba (I need to go to the gym)
I want to fight, I want clashes
And make only enemies
One day, I'm going to shave my head
And go to Miami
Like Booba (I don't care, I let go)
Like Booba

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