(Huh yeah)

They told me you need a slutty song (a fucking shitty song)
To please these sons of bitches
A crap to play on the radio (pouloulou)
And that we make a big pile of money
The sound that blasts in the campsites (come on youth)
That makes you want to fuck your cousin
Yeah, no one can stop me
I'm gonna shoot them
We only smoke quality
Money, drugs and p-
I should be validated
By two, three of these sons of bitches
Mehdi Meizi, Pascal Sevran
I'm ready to blow them
Planet Rap and Fred from Sky
With 25 other scumbags
I'm ready to get naked
For a feat with Lomepal (please)

They told me "You need your slutty song" (slut, slut, slut)
To make all these sons of bitches enjoy (slut, slut, slut)
They will say "He lowered his pants" (pants, slut, slut)
I'm in the pool with sluts (only big sluts)
Yes, I sold my soul to Belzebuth (yes yes yes yes yes yes)
Too lazy to rap without auto-tune

Slutty songs that get into your little head
Whipped cream on gariguette strawberries
Slut, I scar you with a Gillette blade
Just at the goatee level
Then I tear myself away from Porte de la Villette
I get away with a somersault
And I ejaculate in a pussy (splash)
Or on the lookalike of Dame Ginette (slut)
They all thought I was expired (all)
But I rap better than all these nes-game (slut)
Only death can deliver me (slut)
Only God can stop the game

Bitch I fuck the moment spit in this metaverse
I'm on MD, I barely get hard
She can squat showers in my world
Like at home, look at the misery
I don't have the answer, everyone is right, everyone has reset
Polarized, seven times the dick, everything can stop
If I lose my head, if I kill the beast-beast-beast
Maybe I'm dishonest
With myself on stormy days
Dick in the pussy
I want to stay alone I don't want to be bothered
(I want to stay alone I don't want to be bothered)

They told me "You need your slutty song" (slut, slut, slut)
To make all these sons of bitches enjoy (slut, slut, slut)
They will say "He lowered his pants" (lowered his underwear)
I'm in the pool with sluts
Yes, I sold my soul to Belzebuth
Too lazy to rap without auto-tune

They told me "You need your slutty song" (a good shitty song)
To make all these sons of bitches enjoy
They will say "He lowered his pants"
I'm in the pool with sluts (slut, slut, slut)
Yes, I sold my soul to Belzebuth
I'm too lazy to rap without auto-tune

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