Riley Beatz, we do it better
Oh, how are you, pussy?

With Chiiko, we had fights, with Baby Boy, we bandited dry
Trouble, all (?) And we don't need to come back at seven
I have a rusty body, I don't look at the outfit
The big classic, it's the galactics
You're nervous when she doesn't answer, your little one
In addition, you have no more pecs, you don't go to the gym anymore
She doesn't want you, she wants infinity, submissive if there is more infinity
After three-four glasses, she has the jar
She calls you "my darling", there is no more intimacy
In the M4, I'm doing 2.60, five in the morning, joint, croissant
40 bullets, no need to be three hundred
There, the inspiration goes up, I think, I'm going to make three sounds (tch, tch, tch)

You already know, mabé spirit, I'm busy, no point in calling
I saw my reflection in an AP like a guy on the run in Marbe'
At the back, there are only wounds, because I have the lower world at my feet
And you, you're rather the kind of guy, you tell the truth when you're drunk
Sorry for the harm I've done, I'm on the rrain-té, there are only comedians
Look at the life we lead (ouh, ouh, ouh)

I arrive at speed (vroom, vroom) I arrive khabat (okay)
Meter blocked, there, I'm doing Marseille-Malaga, the little one in Fiat 500 apart
In Paul & Shark polo, she made a passage, she put everything in her pussy
You have to be number one in the charts, ask La Gratte
She doesn't make me manic, she knew me, I was on foot (okay, okay)
I'm going to cut in a place where there is no more network
I remember, at the time, I didn't have a peso (think)
It's shameful, some gadjis zap, just give me a kiss
I'm going to get up in the morning in the biggest house

I did Paris-Marseille, yah, in the Fe-Fe, the revolver, yah
With all my comrades, yah, don't try to divide us, yah
I did Paris-Marseille, yah, in the Fe-Fe, the revolver, yah
With all my comrades, yah, don't try to divide us, yah

Yeah, I'm vaccinated against traitors and little haters (little haters)
I'm in C.P, in Paul & Shark since 2002 (since 2002)
It's not tears, it's the rain running from my eyes (from my eyes)
You kiss me, but I know deep down, you're vicious (you're vicious)
Marseille North, Marseille South, fuck your dead, son of stup'
You accuse wrongly, we argue, there are no more strong, there are only whores
It wants to take its ease (its ease), without reason, without help, CZ
It wants to take my ex, my leftovers, its bzez, I next it
They're going to end up in psychiatry if I take out the Bugatti
Ruinart on my scars, fuck his mother the educator
I have two-three contacts in jail, that you pay drinks to the crazy
Moula, I have sticky fingers, come and hagar us, let's laugh, yeah

Overcome the hess, we did it, get respect in hebs, we did it
Run, handcuffed, rafalé, recount, six figures, we did it and redid it
I'm in the ue-r, I hold the pavement like an RS on the A7
In reverse, I reset all the Rolex
It's the legend, ah, all the fouma, we're only good at that
I drink storms like kouassa kouassa
They want to occupy my cabesa (uh) I resist like Gaza, Gaza
You want the mapesas to show the pe-sa, us, to disappear
I park the Fe-Fe, leave in a cart, with Ali, barrettes and the forty plaquettes (haha)
As they say in the country (kwodo) "You have to fuck them", what? We're going to fuck them
Avoid the terraces, baby, I'm grilled, all night, I'm going to remove her makeup (uh)
I always squeeze the best but it's never the right one, apart from that, everything is bene (Housni)
We are men, you, you're just a boy, after that, everything is khené

I did Paris-Marseille, yah, in the Fe-Fe, the revolver, yah
With all my comrades, yah, don't try to divide us, yah
I did Paris-Marseille, yah, in the Fe-Fe, the revolver, yah
With all my comrades, yah, don't try to divide us, yah

I have Cuban Link, Rollie, Rollie gold, pink
My face, my diamonds dance on my chest like Michael
I'm a political refugee like Manolo
But Tony's gun said that the wheat passes before the big lolos
Rs6, four rings, I never go out without the car'
Triple fix paranoid, you put in the ropes like Canelo
Well yeah, my brother, we take out the iron, I think you need a translator
It's not a featuring, it's a criminal association
She loves my product like Maradona, she's my cabróna, she leaves
It was debtor, she wants to cast a spell on me, I am The Witcher
VVS, VVS, I am the K, call me "the S"
Paris, seille-Mar, Classico, it's the joga bonito

Club tracksuit, Balmain jeans and at the Jonqu', I listen to J. Balvin
You scratch your balls, don't shake my hand (bastard)
It's just for that that I kissed you
Marseille (Marseille) Paname (wouh) tah the time of Papin and Ginola (ah)
I wear a part-ball (crrk-crrk) and my hood on the head, a Prada
I'm in the zone, sisi, frattel', I don't even know what her name is
And in the lodge, I pick up the kicht' and she takes off her garters
Yo, fuck your aura, in Creil, we'll have you after the oral
I'm in Oran, Yves Saint-Laurent, madam, courage, to make you, there's no need

I did Paris-Marseille, yah, in the Fe-Fe, the revolver, yah
With all my comrades, yah, don't try to divide us, yah
I did Paris-Marseille, yah, in the Fe-Fe, the revolver, yah
With all my comrades, yah, don't try to divide us, yah

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