Heuss the Bastard, skch, skch, skch

I don't like your shitty weird ways
Hey, son of a bitch, you know what, one day, we're going to lose everything
I'm the kind of guy who doesn't do gospel
I fuck, I leave without saying goodbye and I don't give you any news
I remember them, they said I was crazy, now they suck my dick
Because I have money, wAllah, this world is crazy (eh)
Hey, little hornets, there, wAllah, get ready
45.0.37, prisoner number
Without parole, without a warrant, I'm holding up, I'm taking the hits
I call my sin-cou, he too, incarcerated, accused of having set up a hit
He tells me he got four years, he's doing them on a thumb

You see, life, sometimes, it's sad, here, it's a trixe-ma
We only did le-sa but it was only for the kichta
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, the day after tomorrow is your Bar Mitzvah
On the head of oi-m, the heads of the kids who cry
I won't stop until I have Jackie Chan's watch
Bring weapons from the east and from the re-pu tah Culiacán (pah)
We fuck your wife, we fuck your mother, we fuck everything in Paris (skch, skch)

I light up your mother, I'm not your brother, call me Nino Brown
I engage in a plausible discussion with a psychologist
I can't stand them anymore, give me a drink, so I can see multicolored
Mr. the shrink, the head of auntie, I think I'm bipolar

I only want plata, plata, plata, otherwise, it's war
Boarding school, home, prison, I made my mother cry
You need a wedding to eat, have one in the same plate
I dodge traitors, poukies, jealous, freeloader

It's potatoes on Wednesday, you eat the little tray
Smoke rolled ones, we smoke tah with cigarettes
To appear in court, some disappear
Reappear, new address, Romania, Bucharest
Heuss the Bastard, bunch of bastards, Suárez, Mahrez, James
In the evening, I smoked, drank, tigress caresses me
The goal is to end up obese in the back of a big carriage
Call me Djokovic if rap was Roland-Garros

Everything is new, my new clothes, my new gamos
I'm going to sunbathe for three-four months with the Chicanos
A rusty knife in your mother, you get tetanus
I come out of the closet, it takes air but I can re-enter for free

You play the fool, we water you, big, it's not expensive the bullet
I manage the rrain-té, the shop, get good stuff
Buy tools in case something happens

It starts again with the buddies tah Brussels
Damn, I miss it, Aerschot street, old-fashioned crimes
I haven't finished fucking everything, I'll stop in my thirties
It was in the street that we bibi, stole, fought
Now it's album, interviews, radio, it's on TV

Heuss the Bastard, bunch of bastards
Skch, skch, skch

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