Lyonzon, RTT, 667, eh
(Lyonzon, RTT, 667, eh)

Always in the positive ratio
It faded me that you suck me
I change position
I don't want a possessive whore anymore
Doing it the hard way is the solution
Prepare the appetizers well
And don't worry, I'll take care of the finish
Fuck those who turn their coat
Without pity, I let the losers fall
Weed, tea as sedatives
You're not blood, you have AIDS type
Pack up your comment, your synthetic
Little client doesn't want smoke but cocaine
Look at all these guys
(guys), sah, it's pathetic (tic)
If it's not skelay shit, you know, dude
I don't listen to these little ones
667 with the big-nosed RT
Pop solo where are our big-nosed RT?
I'm not haughty but I'm high big-nose
Fuck the RG, fuck the clergy big-nose
Why do you flex if you lose big-nose?
Camel shit with the Philippe Mo'
Drops on the beat
There's like six liters of water
I come for a mini-time, chop
Drink then we leave immediately
Bitch, I have an army, whore, she is armed
Chop is hungry, he needs to fast
Can't charm us
Straight from the studio, bitch, bendo studio, bitch
Fuck all these fufu, they're all fake
That's why they fall quickly

I'm with two-three buddies (buddies)
I'm with two-three bitches
All day, you talk about semi-auto
Negro, go ahead, move
You know that us and you, it's not equal
Fuck, get out of there
Everything is fine if there is syrup
Bring your ass, I make it dance the C Walk
Weed, I weigh it
Your girl the whore, I never fuck her
I roll two that soothe me
Come into contact to get
Your traps inflated, boy
If you listen to LY, turn up the volume a bit
I evolve in a world of losers, it's
Not me who wanted it, woh
667, Lyonzon, 4-4-2 in the trap house
Full of juice in the drink, I become
Slow because of the Euphon, brother
No time for the losers, I pull out the SCAR-H
I change the settings
OVG Doc in the ship, need the pesos
There's too much to do, eh
If I slap you, you become pale, mason's hand
It hurts oV Doc, I'm hungry
Always stealthy with the ball
You can't pilot in first, you stall
You get hit back, the bullet hurts
Free Ralo, free Nine
Fill the cargo, fill the trunk, 667

Come on, bunch of sluts
I hit a tac' escalope
Arah, fufu gallops, Nina the dick kisses
I'm in the sip', no, I'm not gallant
Backwoods during the gala on the field
You lose your heel when
I tackle you like Gallas
It makes rotations
Charge before the location
Give a kiss from me to
Your mother on occasion, eh
Skelaygang, walk with the sect
We are the stars of the Cloud, arah, Lyonzon
The 667

Under yellow pasta, your dad is under pastis
Protected, I wear the talisman
What sticks to my fingers
It's not licorice
What sticks to your teeth, it's not my piss
Mano puts the weed in the backwoods
There are crumbs of weed in the hoodie
Leave them, they're rookies
I want my blaze under my pair like Woody
Spankings on her rump, syrup in the cup
The flax floods me
Brain smashed like your windshield during
The World Cup lyonzon, 667
The whore gobbles it like a lollipop
We don't think about success
We transfer the flax into test tubes
Negro, as soon as I pull up to Lyonzon: "brr brr
Hello Gouapato"
Fonscar in the flax, I don't see too much
667, RTT, too much flow, negro
You need three boats
I consume a lot of fuel, negro
I have the regimes at Pontiac every day
I pop a lot of meds like
If I was hypochondriac
Ekip, about the numbers, negro
Like Swiss bankers
Everything for the family
So that my children live like
Jewish rentiers
Negro, I arrive tattooed like a
Member of the MS-18
Killu for life, fuck a franc, negro
Fuck a SS-18 missile eKIP

The delirium is serious, send them series
(boom boom boom) I have the weed
The serum when you turn to rum
We are many, we didn't
Tell you, send mapé', wari
Breaks the balls, I'm rhalli
5-45 on the line lyonzon gang, you validate
Several techniques we handle
The madness of Tony and the charm of Manny
Hydraulic camber
Her hair smells honey
I pull her up to the tel-hô, she screams in agony

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