I love Chris Rich

I'm the continuation of the epidemic
Brothers, you shouldn't have come out of lockdown
I give the reminder during Ramadan
But two days later, you'll be dancing
You know, the buzz is just a faucet
Tomorrow, you'll disappear like Flo Rida
Listening to French rap all the way to Guinea
Your dad is having fun, smoking his Cohiba
I shoot into the crowd, there's blood everywhere
I hang out with Arabs, Blacks, and Whites
I only trust God and destiny
I don't know the girl but I double the bet
They think we're joking, that we're like them
But I'll be alone the day I die
From what I see, there's only hate in the comments
Anyway, the one who will kill me isn't born yet (he isn't born yet)
And I grew up in hardship, police checks, driving without a license
You want rap, here you go
I sneak in from the back of the club, say hi to the bouncer (hello)
I have enemies who want to extinguish me
Some jealous people want to see me broke
My feelings would be black if I could paint them
Baby, if I want your heart, believe me, I'll take it
ADAL2 in the stores, ADAL2 in the stores, this is just the sequel
ADAL2 in the stores, ADAL2 in the stores, go ahead and run away
She wants me to give her love
But I don't know how, so teach me
Little brother, leave the street corner
There's clean money to be made, what are you waiting for? (huh)
It's not for nothing that we ally (no)
You can talk but try to do better (yeah)
She wants me to take her seriously
The girl is wearing a Lion King t-shirt
I'm always on edge like a cop, cop, cop
Number nine, we arrive at the time the party ends, ends, ends
With us, no bluff, dark thoughts in the head
If we want it, we buy it (of course we buy it)
Go sit your ass in the chair
The one who talks, we finish him (of course we finish him)
Your pussy smells like a bib
I'm chilling on the corner
I don't sell CDs but I'm not bad
A true writer like Baudelaire

Grrr, I recount the cash, it's fantastic
I love her too much, her plastic breasts
Please pass me the money (pass me the money)
Hold up, please pass me the money (pass me the money)

It's the man who makes the money, not the money that makes the man
I'm always at the bay, making profit, smoking, carrying a Parabellum
Cocaine, cowboy, too much muscle crossing the swinging doors
Touch the thousand, I'll rip out your Adam's apple (I'll rip out your Adam's apple)
I pull out the gun, it catches, catches (it catches, catches)
I don't touch a girl without a condom (without a condom)
If I do it, it's for the woo (for the woo)
If I do it, it's for the hmm
Bitch, I'm a dog, I rap like a pig
Arms from Paris to the Old Port
I get out of the Porsche
I crush my cigarette on the face of a rapper who thinks he's a thug
At the police station, there's my Arab portrait
I opened the business, you just carried the weed
They all have the same flow, I took them for robots
My darling, I want more purple for your blue eyes
I roll in gold on my gold record
I don't adore what doesn't deserve to be adored
Salvatore, Salvatore

Grrr, please pass me the money
Grrr, I recount the cash, it's fantastic (I recount the cash, it's fantastic)
I love her too much, her plastic breasts (her plastic breasts)
Please pass me the money (pass me my pay)
Hold up, please pass me the money (brra)
(I recount the cash, it's fantastic)
(ADAL2)

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