Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey

I'm in the alley, hooded, I was selling
Tens, twenties, when the cops came, I left
And I hear my Rolex whispering to me
"We run too much after time to give them the hour"
And I decided, yes, I decided
Dolce Gabbana, Gucci, Thailand
First class, I'm at CDG
I was so high, I decided
And you saw where I grew up, honestly, it's not easy to get out
It took me balls
Big ones, his mother the whore and a solid mind
I crossed all of France, by train his mother
And real money in the bag, five liters
Out of interest the sons of bitches
When it gets hard and well they change sides
The nine millimeter became light
And as usual, I'm in the car
And look well, I have a full charger
I'm not the kind to put middles
I'm in the burnt oven but I'm cold
What's going to cool you down is my fire
When I was little, I made a wish
And today, I think it's done
I'm rushing into the RS like a sloth
Recover the money that comes out of her pussy
I'm in the finesse, in the adjustment
And it's in her mouth for the finish
And when I scored, well I leave
On my mother's life that I haven't changed his mother
I'm at the barrier, I'm at my sixth ter
And I'm starting to feel it from behind
Son of a bitch, we're not twelve anymore
We're holding your mother hostage, you have to pay your mother
And I know guys who already have no heart
Who have already killed on my mother's life
I have the report, there's not enough
So I'm going to take the game by the ass
Basically, all this wasn't for us
But hey, we don't refuse gifts
The gold record, the same in platinum, wait, wait, it's just the beginning
Don't let go, we're going to get them
And whatever happens, you must not doubt
Look at us, we have skin on our bones
Red tracksuit bottoms become our eyes
But fuck his mother, we do it for the dough
I need a hundred million to be fulfilled
Listen to me well, I have to explain something to you
Three years ago, no one believed in me
Today these same sons of bitches, these sons of bitches want to shake my hand
I'm two steps from the Eiffel Tower and I get robbed early in the morning
Three hundred euros a night in the hotel room
As I go hard, she screams "Koba, wait"
There are two or three bills that are torn
I'm going to buy some wider rubber bands
Audemars Piguet, extra thin tourbillon, fuck his grandmother, your clock
She goes down, she goes up
And when it's dry, uh, she spits it out
I take her apart, I fall from the bed
And it's to her eyes that I hang on

I'm in the burnt rejection where the cop raids cool us down
I'm in the burnt rejection where the cop raids cool us down
I'm in the burnt rejection where the cop raids cool us down
I'm in the burnt rejection where the cop raids cool us down

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