(MB on the track)
Bad bitch wants us to get along ('long)
That I take care of her body (body)

I want to break the Urus for now on the H line (vroom, vroom)
I'm going to make her happy, she just shouldn't ask me my age (no, no)
Problems I accumulate, I console myself with cash (mmh-mmh)
If I do things right, you'll never see Favé under gas (yeah, yeah)
I don't answer the guys, I have to sing my pain
I arrive at the studio, it's the microphone that calls me
I settle down at home, I kill myself at the Play'
But I'm not going to rest until I've got my pay (grr, rah)
From Paname to Saint-Leu, negro, I make round trips
As soon as I start something, it goes straight back
Very determined, maybe I don't look like it
But I know I'm going to do something in the rap game that marks

I cash two bullets, I fill my bag, I finished the job (I finished the job)
People who talk, they spit on my back, these fools are not real (these fools are fakes)
She wants us to leave but I have to cash, recount the cash (recount the paper)
I don't need you, if you want to leave, well I let you cut (oh-oh-oh)

The basses loud, they make me enjoy the melody (the melody)
You wanted to take me for a fool
I had warned you but I didn't tell you (no, no)
Who to count on? I don't know anymore, there are dozens of fakes
I only have troubles at the moment, I feel like I'm cursed (mmh-mmh)

Bad bitch wants us to get along (mmh)
That I take care of her body (mmh)
Too many things come before you (mmh)
First, we need to get out of this (mmh)
Bad bitch wants us to get along (mmh)
That I take care of her body (mmh)
Too many things come before you (mmh)
First, we need to get out of this (mmh)

The fangs, I want to eat, it's dead, I don't back down from danger
I break the void, I gain weight, you're my bro, straight away, I give when I have
Studio, I record to survive so you, don't even talk to me about leave
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop who wakes up my mom, big, fuck the cops
I want money, not volunteering, in Paris, there's money to be made
A moment that I'm ready for takeoff, I work hard, I must not lose myself
There are times, there is less desire, at times, I feel less alive
I've scratched the bottom of my pockets so much, it's the void that I took as support

I cash two bullets, I fill my bag, I finished the job (I finished the job)
People who talk, they spit on my back, these fools are not real (these fools are fakes)
She wants us to leave but I have to cash, recount the cash (recount the paper)
I don't need you, if you want to leave, well I let you cut (oh-oh-oh, eh)

The basses loud, they make me enjoy the melody (the melody)
You wanted to take me for a fool, I had warned you but I didn't tell you (no, no)
Who to count on? I don't know anymore, there are dozens of fakes
I only have troubles at the moment, I feel like I'm cursed (mmh-mmh)

Bad bitch wants us to get along (mmh)
That I take care of her body (mmh)
Too many things come before you (mmh)
First, we need to get out of this (mmh)
Bad bitch wants us to get along (mmh)
That I take care of her body (mmh)
Too many things come before you (mmh)
First, we need to get out of this (mmh)

Mmh, mmh, mmh, (MB on the track)
Mmh, mmh, mmh

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