Left, right, Mayweather
Left, right, Mayweather
No sign of life
I think they've taken flight
I'm going to go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Left, right, Mayweather
Left, right, Mayweather
No sign of life
I think they've taken flight
But I'm going to go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2

Footwork, Oscar De La Hoya
Making big sums #TonySosa
Back to the past, we're too far
I'm having sleepless nights, my guy, Djelass
I have music in my skin
My heart darkens in this world
Under my hood, I'm going in circles
The veil doesn't lift, I realize
I write 16s, drop bombs
All my lyrics become dark
You hear my punches on the waves
In the first round you collapse

Oh, X-Gangs, without a tie I come to read the prod'
As lazy as Goku, I fuck the prot'
My voice gives you chills like the proc'
You're flipping out, your sheet you can't handle it anymore
You're pale and fat like a control of mme-gra
I come ille-gra
I don't pay, it's tis-gra
Fuck your de-gra
You heard well your de-gra
Let's block them, trapped in our rinnegan they're already stunned
Let's track them
Until we plunder them without keeping the change
Let's deprive them of their freedom because they like to take off
Let's beat them, psychologically they will be surprised

Left, right, Mayweather
Left, right, Mayweather
No sign of life
I think they've taken flight
I'm going to go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Left, right, Mayweather
Left, right, Mayweather
No sign of life
I think they've taken flight
But I'm going to go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2

You're acting crazy behind your computer
You're sending pressure by email (by email?)
You're downloading a pair of balls
You'll end up alone in the trash
I'm sitting in the heart of the bando
Drancy north, wesh the kheys
I saw nothing, heard nothing, except the siren's song
But no, buddy, it's normal
I like it when it gusts
The enemy flaps its wings too hard
I think Paris is bandal
Buddy, it's normal
I like it, when it gusts
The enemy, flaps its wings too hard
I think Paris is bandal

It's the same shit every day
Brothers are lost in search of fe-bi
Always the same problems
The weak point is the width of the leggings
Belek with whom you hang out
With whom you ken, the Barbies disguise themselves
The guys who don't respond in times of war
We know what to do to these niggas
When I pass you watch down
I shine like a thousand lights like a Zairean sapologist (Congolese from Kinshasa)
Hater, don't worry about me, I have hits for Indefinite it will be fine
Say hello to the arms dealer, nigga
You have no idea what "Djuna" means nigga
You recognize me, I don't know you
You say I've changed, you love to ler-par go fuck yourself
You're the warrior in front of all your guys she holds your balls
You have no power stay esmaculated
Wati B flies you talk to me about cruise ship
Humility prevents you from ending up like Gbagbo
Shit money if she finds you're not handsome
You're veiling yourself, she's leading you on

Left, right, Mayweather
Left, right, Mayweather
No sign of life
I think they've taken flight
I'm going to go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Left, right, Mayweather
Left, right, Mayweather
No sign of life
I think they've taken flight
But I'm going to go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2
Go around again, 1-2, go around again in 2-2

And if I tremble, it's not fear
Always live from the Black Pearl
Is he a singer or a rapper?
Love is blind like a gun
Yes, it goes without saying, shut up when the king speaks
I'll take you somewhere maybe even in a king-par
My little sister, protect your little heart
Johnny Mad Dog on board his pick-up
It's a freestyle isn't it, it's a ssique-cla, it's the sse-cla
Old fool, ask rid-fa
Don't listen to it in ture-voi if you're rhabat
The CDs go as the rette-ba go
It's ninth Z, The ambiance we love-love
Make dua if you have sé-ti of zamzam
I'm on the air, it's turning, Schengen space
You're out of luck, pizza, Heineken bottles
We respect you if you speak Wenzhou
We look at you if you dance the wenge
We disarm you for real à la Denzel
And it hits hard of course, to yours
Tired of working for a state that doesn't care
Almost balls of your way of seeing things
Personally I'm in the cabbage look at my face
Do I look like I want to offer my ass
Tell the judge in Bobigny that her advice I don't
I think they've neglected me but it's okay there's no trouble
I'm not going to give in under their CP, it's going to blow up little by little
Maybe we're going to leave maybe even we're going to die
Mehlich, fuck his mother anyway we're all going to pass.

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