This young Maghrebi is unstoppable (Production Shock)
Ya, ya, let's go

Immediately the milli', burst in the shutters, bitch
She keeps all the libidinous moments for the rich
And I have red eyes like a Billy, blue bandana like Crips
You set sail and here you are back in my sights
My rhymes lizard the walls from Paname to Tournemire in Panama
Check out the impact of bullets on morals
Melomaniac with a thousand melodramas causes a disaster like Maurice Greene
Striker, three points like Lakers

Immediately the milli' burst in the shutters, bitch
I don't know if your big ass will fit in the jeans
Talking behind my back go, it's shooting me in the back, go
I have love for the homies who shot me in the Dîn
Ding-dong, I'm saved by the gang
Say, too many tyrants who show up and think they're Kim Jong
I break everything, I take the little one and tear off like King Kong
You talk to me about the street but who are you, little shit?

I do the deals, I do the good, I do the brute, I do the dead
I do the bar, I do the back, I do the arms, I do the pecs
I rap for the brave, for the sisters, for the brothers
I make the mesh, I have flair, babyface, private chef

Immediately, the milli' burst in the shutters, bitch
Vintage on a Pop Smoke, Billie Billie Jean
All the little ones in the city dream of dying young and rich
When they butcher your mother they don't care about your origins
I'm number nine like Rondo
The opponents dance the Mambo
Your girl wants to get in Lambo
Hayce Lemsi, the melody of the sign

She arrives from Mexico
I'm everywhere in the city
I don't know Despacito
She knows I'm already excited
These bikos won't get me so soon (yeah, hoe)
I listen to their falsified flows
Green Flag on the wing of the Panamera
When your bitch passes, we can't stop whistling

Immediately, the milli' burst in the shutters
Bolosses in single file, we send balloons like in volleyball
We wanted the good life, when we have shutters at the bobos
The bolide is in the bendo, the Belvé in the hall, bam-bam
Only bitches, no couple goal
Watch out, there are gueush at the beginning of an overdose
I speak badly, the OPJ doesn't give me a glass of water
I harbat but I dropped my Extendo
Extortion, expandable charger
Like a sextape when I catch her extensions, han
I touched the sensitive cord
I'm sure this bitch has exes in the sound
I don't see her in my dreams but only in my nightmares
Left right, I fall on one of my opps at the chtar
Och bad, 90 microns in the pochtar
You dropped, you're an impostor, we call you crook-leg
Don't spit in the hand that fed you, Manito
The old man told me "preserve yourself, find the right one and marry her"
Only a siren can disengage you from the marshes
Despite all the skids of your Parisian life
Immediately the milli' burst in the shutters, bitch
They talk to us as if they had Roddy Ricch's career
Immediately the milli' burst in the shutters, bitch
Motherfuck, I'm going to get rid of all these snitch

She arrives from Mexico
I'm everywhere in the city
I don't know Despacito
She knows I'm already excited
These bikos won't get me so soon (yeah, hoe)
I listen to their falsified flows
Green Flag on the wing of the Panamera
When your bitch passes, we can't stop whistling

Green flag back in a black Panamera
Green flag back in a Panamera (Panamera)
Green flag back in a black Panamera
Green flag back, green flag back

Fake check, I put five in your mouth and left eye
Beware of the kindness of an Arbouch
We were on the hazi when you were dancing
At the time, we were working so hard we didn't take a shower
Don't call me "the blood", I'm going to spill yours
On the boulevard of ingratitude, dirty whore
Walk, bowl, you take me for a dog
When I get out, you'll only see me on Saturn
I don't know the second degree
The vial of acid burns the face to the third degree (third degree)
Yes, it's Hayce Lemsi the real one (the real one)
The one who really took your sweetheart doggy style
No cap, there are cops in the alley, I'm leaving
I dreamed that I was robbing ten Savings Banks
You can dream if you hope that the tess will spare you
You can dream if you hope to be more desperate than me

The whole Earth is chasing after your bitch
I'm willing to coach you if you're heading for your downfall
You're really the last of the assholes
You deal, you do burglaries but you're still at a loss
We know what you'd do for pure
We know what you'd do for fame

She arrives from Mexico
I'm everywhere in the city
I don't know Despacito
She knows I'm already excited
These bikos won't get me so soon (yeah, hoe)
I listen to their falsified flows
Green Flag on the wing of the Panamera
When your bitch passes, we can't stop whistling

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