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Toto Beats
Cheffi

I go out at night, like the moon
Bring Manny, let's light him up
Only materialists, when there's not one, there's not one
It's a crisis on the mic, kiss the mac
True even when I'm lying
They hit close, think they're Bioman
From tough to victim, here it's vidi
Alien faces we distill
It's the big deal, the dream team
Mythical, mystical, distill
Vikings in the window
Alive, shoot, legitimate
Hey dude, in times of trouble I come like a rat
Okay my race, comrade, I'm in the middle like Bouba' Kamara
You want to test? Not so soon
It's not despacito, it's Marseille, it's Paris
It's the best classico

Hey, I don't forget where I come from, soup like Obelix
You saw me down at your place in danger and risk
You need to know that in my city we're not rich
It's dirty, yuck, and I'm not talking about a city in Austria
At midnight phone to make a lot of dough
It will take a big blood bath to make a small pond of hurt
They screw you for profit margin, they have no talent they are doped
Bring someone OP, they will jump
I have the vultures in my sight, and just a press in front
They will go to bed, even at sunrise
We put on TN like the bobos, but it represents me
I have adrenaline on the bike, but I control the descent

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the bac, I brought you troubles
I was in the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they stick to my legs, yeah, they stick to my legs

Oh mama, oh mama, oh
Why didn't you tell me to leave before the tess?
Oh mama, oh mama, oh
And when I'm high I write lines in the room

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the bac, I brought you troubles
I was in the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they stick to my legs, yeah, they stick to my legs

I have too much hatred, kilos by the hundreds, American weapon
Survivor like Ken, forbidden to blow up
Illicit until death, there's no time to watch the dough, don't regret it
There's no one to stop us, son of a bitch
If on the sidewalk, there would be whores for kouma, I would be sure that, son of a bitch
Stop your flute here everyone knows, we want money
Am I my brother's keeper like G-Money
I don't drink Jack Honey but fight juice
I'm this Berber, barbarian
Anti-hagar, bastard
And it goes pah-pah, there's too much kherba
I prefer the brolick to MMA

We didn't want to, we wouldn't sink, I've been here from the start
All year round in all the debates, you hear me when you do the bar tour
Warrant of arrest, people in cell will tell you fuck the state
And people in the street tell me in the game "bro, fuck them all"
Here for me it's unfair, I write a solo peacefully
And when I give you advice, you know it's sincerely
I'm not going to squeeze you, I've never been a star
I'm in my bubble, I don't calculate anyone, I'm stupid sometimes, huh, squeeze me
I have friends on welfare, and friends on R1000
I don't do the minimum wage coal, lift the license
I'm not finished, go tell people they talk about me
Full throttle like K2000, we live in a world where even brothers fuck each other

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the bac, I brought you troubles
I was in the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they stick to my legs, yeah, they stick to my legs

Oh mama, oh mama, oh
Why didn't you tell me to leave before the tess?
Oh mama, oh mama, oh
And when I'm high I write lines in the room

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the bac, I brought you troubles
I was in the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they stick to my legs, yeah, they stick to my legs

And go ahead, little criminal, it's criminal Marseille
G.S. On the bib, Brenneke in the headrest
Silver-lead and bang, snatch a life in one go
I'm promoting myself in a bar, around a bingo
Resourceful, Toto Riina
In the fog, fangs and grit
The mentality, the Rebenga, screw the state
The street will prevail
Tiaka big firecracker
From metal to rockstar
Black, black, black sunglasses
We wage war, war, war
We light them up and leave, move along, nothing to see here
It's the pain and every night, the asphalt to Audemars
My quail, Miami vice
My cane, Elias guitar
Macabre dies on the terrace
My class dreams of being in place

Shu, send heavy stuff, at least some rum
Don't play deaf, look who's rapping, only men
Peace to my brothers in the shadows who make things move
And prefer to stay in the shadows, I turn on the light
Finish your drink, take another one
I'm not alone at the back of the bar, well there are others
It's shit, whose fault is it
Everyone dreams of escaping, to each his own dose
Summers like winters, the heart is frozen, nothing more to do
Minimum wants to make green bills, it's Jock Smock from the top of Notre Dame

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the baccalaureate, I brought you troubles
I was at the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they're sticking to my legs, yeah, they're sticking to my legs

Oh mama, oh mama, oh
Why didn't you tell me to leave before the projects?
Oh mama, oh mama, oh
And when I'm high I write lines in the room

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the baccalaureate, I brought you troubles
I was at the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they're sticking to my legs, yeah, they're sticking to my legs

The little ones love the street, they're excited about the factory (yeah yeah)
They leave it for nothing, yeah, I'm hallucinating (yeah yeah)
For small traffics, the titles quickly apply
It click-click, only applies in crime (yeah yeah)
And tired of seeing all the mothers crying the dead (han han)
Seeing the fathers drowning in remorse (han han)
We live in too dirty decors
It's gore, big, you know the topo in my area
I hear them all screaming for help
And chasing the dream life
In my area, we are seen as amazons
We are there

Hey, hey
What's up guys, live from Marseille
I'm making plata in football in music, everyday they harass me
I managed on my own, I was flying like Arsène Lupin
I avoided mixing because the motto says we die alone
We're not lucky, we're seven, put the right cards
When I have three points I'll invest in stone
But for now we stay focused on big sounds we don't get excited
We'll party later when your tiek will be nothing left to do
And that's how it is, I'm live with the J
They're waiting for that, they turn the other cheek
Snitches put the ffle-gi but without the pe-ra
Well I don't even know where I would have hidden
Would be cool for the vesqui to speak Sri Lankan
To our warning we hit him, only good guys at my table
It talks in millions of euros otherwise salam, I don't know you
We don't let go until we're there, there are people we didn't hit
Because we catch him, and his grandmother but just had to let the cops go

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the baccalaureate, I brought you troubles
I was at the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they're sticking to my legs, yeah, they're sticking to my legs

Oh mama, oh mama, oh
Why didn't you tell me to leave before the projects?
Oh mama, oh mama, oh
And when I'm high I write lines in the room

Oh mama I didn't lie to you all these years
I didn't bring you the baccalaureate, I brought you troubles
I was at the back of the building, I wasn't spending salaries
Now, they're sticking to my legs, yeah, they're sticking to my legs

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