Jimmy, he's the kind of guy who applauds the villains in the movie
The D, the D, the D
You might know who we are but we also know who you are, you know

Grudge follows me, passion made him a psychopath
Need blood or explanations, I have the guilty's cup
Pockets full, Quasimodo fucks Cleopatra
Green bills, yellow like Jamaica, full of traffickers like in Majorca
When the cops are there, I see you panic
I think you have the snitch syndrome
Guys like you make us lose money
We bring our faces and guns, we defy the odds
Unkept promises, violins, pianos
Us against them, we can drag ourselves
Pockets filled, I'm super-bad
Stay calm, I'll give you a salary
There are always bitches in the Viano, there are always bundles in the briefcase

Car after car, don't give a damn about the pallets
We start from the bottom, climbing life
Porsche or Audi for the ride
She thinks I like her, I'm just high
They have sweet mouths, I know very well what's said when I'm not there
The fight or the machine guns
Multiply the headbutts, never the glitz, the glitter
Always the bundles, the coupes
Never do us dirty (true that)

Never betray mine for the kwai
I want the win like Jimmy, I caress my handgun every night
I want the win like Jimmy, it's too dark
I think I'm going to drink tonight, ah
I'm like Jimmy, in a team or solo I do my job, ah

They're not focused, they're not focused on my mother
I owe them only to myself, my entries
Friendship gutted, love in a round belly
Don't see yourself too high, it makes you fall
They pop champagne when you're back, I don't trust them
I threw that word into a big hole
You talk, wait, I find you ugly
Brown, a lot, I die with my secrets
The word is lost, the bars separate
There's always a guy, you don't know
The scars of the past leave a lot of aftereffects
At night they fuck each other like Jack
There's always a bitch sticking to us
Decades of fucking the BAC, need millions like Jimmy Butler
But we don't play ball
So she better not act too pretty

The D, the D, the D, eh (true that)
They opened their big mouths to ask, now they're all small
Watch out for the enemy, watch out for the dog
I read between the lines, there are a lot of jealous people (true that)
From the walk to the release, it's us, we finish them
I cut their stones, I made Ophelia sniff
And you, you weren't there
Money makes you look good, I don't care about the packaging
They make me want to vomit, outside, it's shooting
You, you laugh, you're sick
She thinks she's good, she's ordinary
Rolex, TN, no bandana
I don't let these fools believe they're like us (never)
They know the address, they're annoying
Stinky coke, reputation
Thefts, blood, test-boys
Finished plastering, not stupid

You talk, you break, you pay
You call your father, he pays
Lots of money, I'm Franklin Saint
You suck or we bleed you
You talk, you break, you pay
You call your father, he pays
Lots of money, I'm Franklin Saint
You suck or we bleed you

I don't listen to rumors, the area is cursed
Need to leave, pay her dowry
Them, I erased them, it's old, each traitor will pay his debt
Don't act rich, we'll kill you, lions need to calm their hunger
I believe in myself, who of you stops me?
Always ahead like Schumacher
I lost my heart in the queen but I made money in the arena

Apart from farting higher than their ass, they can't do anything
I have the character without reverse gear
Concrete, worries, they say it makes you strong
My only method, no time to waste
Loyal like robots, there's too much to steal
I have to bring gold to my mother, you're on the ground like a dead man
Fucking shit

You talk, you break, you pay
You call your father, he pays
Lots of money, I'm Franklin Saint
You suck or we bleed you
You talk, you break, you pay
You call your father, he pays
Lots of money, I'm Franklin Saint
You suck or we bleed you
You pay, you pay

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