Yeah
Kikesa, New Hippies Gang

If I have time, I take a tour to the studio
In any case, every Sunday I release a new thing
It's not all rest, we are four in the car
Barek's car serves us as a Tourbus

I make attractive 16s, I can recite them by heart
I don't really have a message to pass, I'm not a postman
In truth, you're like snow in Paris
I don't have time to piss on you, you're already gone
She wants me to fuck her at 17, to dump her at 18
To break her, to place my biscuit
Bad seed, I don't do the Cannabis Cup
Do I have a girlfriend? (I already told you, yes!)
The jealous ones don't like the sound, they will never like it
We make hits and titles they will never make
I pimped my old sounds, big modifications
New Hippies in my notifications
Whatever I do, I'm disappointed with the sound
I'm in Nancy center and I'm doing dirty
Whatever happens I'm going to leave blood
And if we meet there will be subduction
You say it's not rap, that it's not sustainable
We are far from your pasture but why are you raging?
In truth, I don't know who you are, I didn't like it
In fact, to tell you the truth, I didn't click
I'm being listened to, I have people on the sides
Surely, every time I'm going to change all the codes
You attend all my shows, you're like everyone else
You're going to make a hit then you're going to end up in the yellow trash
You do push-ups, I play basketball, I fuck you
I eat you like a plate of strawberries
We're not friends at all, no I'm talking to you
Just because I like your sneakers.

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