I'm a gangster who wants a carriage, instead of horses, hot chicks
I won't fall for it again, L.O.L.O is not a loser
I'd rather give money to animals than to a bum who makes bolas
Outfit worth 10,000€, even just naked with shoes
I want the buzz, the money from the buzz and even the ass of the streamer
No more elastic, I take out the stapler, gymnastics for the wrists
The guy doesn't pay, I don't have a manager, I can't talk, I have a dry mouth
If I want to see my dough, I might have to hit him
Tomorrow I'll be a pop star, R.I.P when you were popular
I spread AIDS, I write all your names in the Dass Note
I'm only good at playing the fool, smoking and being against their rules
What a shame to be a cop, customs officer or controller
When the dealer is around the customers dance the makumba
I'm just a receiver of hay, I stay polite as long as I'm not screwed
If I didn't smoke joints, I would have already killed people
I'm a gangster who wants a carriage

Gangster in the carriage, no more room in the car
Pink revolver, butterfly knife
Gangster in the carriage, every night on a mission
Pink revolver, butterfly knife
Gangster in the carriage, no more room in the car
Pink revolver, butterfly knife
Gangster in the carriage, every night on a mission
Pink revolver, butterfly knife

It's just a gangster in a carriage
The ladies are hot, there's fog, I need to clean the windows
I know that outside the carriage it's not all rosy
I know that some people work while I'm on an eternal break
Liege coffee, I burst a guy like I burst a cigarette
Often I light two at a time, I get kicked out of all the clubs
Nose redder than Depardieu, on the track like a Funky Cops
On my carriage no sticks in the wheels
It's the cart before the fools, we had nothing we wanted everything
I stick my body out the window and pee on the highway
In the trunk it spits fire there are speakers of 100 dB
Baby give me your body science won't know how to take care of it
Chainmail without being a knight, big battle all alone without an army
Like a rigged Cote & Match, yeah
The weed is always greener next door
I'm just a gangster who wants a carriage

Gangster in the carriage, no more room in the car
Pink revolver, butterfly knife
Gangster in the carriage, every night on a mission
Pink revolver, butterfly knife
Gangster in the carriage, no more room in the car
Pink revolver, butterfly knife
Gangster in the carriage, every night on a mission
Pink revolver, butterfly knife

No matter what happens tomorrow
No matter where the carriage is heading
What's important is what's happening now
What's happening in the carriage
And you know you can't teach an old monkey to be a slug
Life is like that, smoke before being smoked
I sold my soul for carnal pleasure
And every time I find a beautiful one
I always want to try to find an even more beautiful one
And we always come back to the same activity
Sex, sex in the city

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