Qsm on the track
Steph Becker Beatmaker

This is Marseille, habibi, Todo Bem (yeah)
It's rich, it's bibi, Todo Ven
We settle things face to face (yeah)
I'm a real DZ not like these fakes (woo)
I only hear noise from them
When we're fed up, we sort things out
If you want quality, pay the price
No more time, when you see us baby it's hot
If you want to dance, Wesh Alors
Why were you acting cool earlier?
Now it's over, I'm always ready (?)
I'm always at 3neni
Wait for us this summer, we're going to blow everything up, in flip flops like J

Of course
I'm the most awaited
I took out the Golf 7R, I lowered the window and the nerves are tense
The pochetard are sold
The buddy turned himself in
The run costs an arm, I keep going straight, midnight on the clock
Parisian since the time everything is cash life
Principles are vital, I have the magnum, the stop, the crew
And the strike, I don't even see his face
They pretend that I've been triquar too long on the bench, I have cramps
I put the cleats back on, you have to pass me the ball, I'm going to put 30 in their teeth

N3al Sheitan (n3al sheitan)
On the bike (on the bike)
Toto rina under Gazo
I want Zazie's SACEM
But what's wrong with you?
You're making phases? I saw the hatred on the face
An inevitable destiny

They want kichta, they want full Gucci
They want a joy girl, they want beautiful
I arrive normiou on the Yamaha
In Y at the OG full
There are teams that want the rain-té
In rivalry like River and Boca
In front of the OPJ I play the Bernardo
Buddy, I have the lawyer who has the boca
I'm on the ter-ter, I'm not on Tinder
Three filters stuck on the finger
They have no flair, they make me the guns
It doesn't look like much like in Peaky Blinders
I play in attack, you only defend
We only go up, you only go down
Shit in tons, Marseille is Campton
It goes "ratata" from January to December
I prefer the good shit
Big joint of seum, no marijuana
They surf on amnesia, they want to do like Tijuana cartel
Times are hard in the streetzer, they screw dry wines
And no bowl in custody'v in the country you eat 7lib with dry bread

It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit, it delivers from Marseille to Paris
It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit, it delivers from Marseille to Paris
Popopo po popopopo
Popopo po popopopo

It's the big Classico heavy like the seizure
Informers and customs officers pass drugs by Messi
12K on the wrist, wrist we appreciate
12 times the rent, rent Pepsi color
Rs4 fully loaded, cruise control to the hideout
Makes the trip relaxed even if our lives depend on it
Ready for anything for the dough
We don't light up for the buzz
Wesh if you start we finish
Only revenge soothes me
Wesh, the M6.35 silences the colossi
Paranoid I can only trust my lossa
The M6.35 silences the colossi
Paranoid I can only trust my lossa

In Black Audi (Black Audi)
I'm making big money (I'm making big money)
You think I'm joking? (You think I'm joking?)
What I say I do
No bastard (no bastard)
Who's circling me (who's circling me)
That you blabber to me, what you tell me I know
Oh mama I miss you a lot
Oh dad I love you as a whole
Tchiquita I give you kisses
We argue when I have the boubou
Don't talk to me if you want to play the gadjo
You know the street on a Paggio
Number 13 on the Brazil jersey
DP tracksuit, a Casio watch (eh, eh)

And I broke my head
When I saw the mentality of these great ladies in the studio to avoid these sons of bitches
In my bubble since the time I'm like this
Drunk I loved you m7erboula
And girlfriend you're nasty, you're khené, you're dead
Send your girlfriend to watch the door
You have no ass, your buttons are stop signs
And you have the nerve to twerk non-stop
Problems, I'm in fruit salads
They think it's a model but every night she's hooking
I'm bumping into the "Popopopo"
I'm going to end up in the hospital
He thinks he's Pablo
We bring nothing buddy
Huh
You're good, okay, get on the side
Nothing, nada, no there's nothing to scratch
She wants Madonna's luxury life
Getting high like Maradonna
Shakira's curly hair
Ouch, ouch

It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit it delivers from Marseille to Paris
It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit it delivers from Marseille to Paris
Popopo po popopopo
Popopo po popopopo

I'm driving full throttle on the (?)
Move over, I cashed in, it's impeccable
There's the Honda on the bike
There's arms dealing, there's murders in the hood
They want the villa not the T4
They're doing coke, they're freaking out
They're burning bodies, shooting on bikes
Plomo, plomo, in cabeza
The one who shoots is not Beckham
Despair and vatos
Plata, there are kilos on the boat
An RS7, two-three biatchs, they're at war like in (?)
I want the brothers to pass in guini
I'm pulling big bars on the quali'
The sound is the hit, it's the Cali'
Rap is the ball I'm putting (?)
I know some who don't sleep without the caliber
I'm doing laps, I'm in the zone
Go ahead and do the H, soon they'll be selling Kalashnikovs on Amazon
It's all for the cash
I'm cold I protect mi corazon
I don't sell at the market, 500K in cash under the parasol

I see the fu-dus in detail
I'm going to Marseille to relax
I'm in (?) Like a dick
It's not even 3 o'clock sharp (Ouch Ouch Ouch)
Yeah I'm smashed send the avo-vo
At the mic' don't worry
(?) And croco tracksuit
Leg pass, have to dodge the deck
They're doing (?) In my tieks and I have my joint in my beak
I see them playing tough
Earthquake, we know how to make music
I haven't finished my tea, big guy, where do you want me to go?
Come to Marseille, there's good shit, there's the cops chasing
There are dirty pages, there are the little ones
If I think about it right now, everything makes sense

Family, it's vital, I don't need to justify myself
Underground economy
Make big bills
Customers, I treat you quantity and quality
The quagmire
It's real in organized band, eh, eh

(?) We work with, we sacrifice you like Aztecs
You take one in the watermelon, oh little traitor
With money we buy you
Watch your (?) She's not clean
Like Freezer I destroy planet, eh
Oh ah, I would do piracy all my life (ah ah ah)
Don't eat the magic mixed in the rice (ah ah ah)
We like the little ones who fold, the bikes in I (ah ah ah)
Tell me where are the friends when there are troubles (ah ah ah)

It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit it delivers from Marseille to Paris
It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit it delivers from Marseille to Paris
Popopo po popopopo
Popopo po popopopo

It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit it delivers from Marseille to Paris
It's a calibrated bandit in the risk zone
Shit it delivers from Marseille to Paris

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